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Seth woke up in an incredibly good mood. Today was the big day and he knew it. He practically jumped out of bed as soon as he heard his phone alarm go off for 7 in the morning. Seth walked to his bedroom door, opened it slightly, and stuck his ear in the crack. He waited for a moment, listening, but as far as he could tell, the house was almost completely silent. The only noise he could just barely make out was the sound of his tío Ronnie sleeping down the hallway. Seth smiled, then closed his door again. Seth then opened the closet and pulled out a leather bound book he had stashed in the back. The book was called the Tonis Maximus. It was in tatters, ready to fall apart at any second, but he made extra sure to keep it safe. 

The Tonis wasn’t like any other old, beaten down book. While it seemed to be nothing special on the outside, it actually held a plethora of magical knowledge on the inside. Seth was able to get hands on it thanks to his job at the city library. The book was just sitting in the library archives along with all the other books nobody's checked out in years. It was dismissed as being just another collection of old myths and folklore. Nobody knew the great power the Tonis contained, nobody except Seth. He was digging around in the archives one day when he stumbled upon the book. Out of pure boredom, he decided to read a page or two out of the Tonis. From the moment he first laid eyes on it, a world full of supernatural phenomena was opened up to Seth. Realizing what kind of power the book contained, Seth decided to smuggle the Tonis out of the library and keep it all for himself. 

Since he first obtained the book several years ago, Seth has been studying up on its magical content. He’s tried his hand at turning objects into gold through alchemy, predict the future through clairvoyance, and he’s even communicated with souls of the dead! Although Seth was very limited in what he could do (casting magic was very draining on the body after all), he was still on his way to becoming a proper witch. And the best part? Nobody except Seth knew about the Tonis!

Seth sat on his bed and he opened the Tonis to a page he had bookmarked. The bookmarked page contained instructions for the latest ritual Seth wanted to master. Body possession. 

Seth read through the directions, then took off his clothes just as the book said to do. He then pulled out his phone and recorded a quick video of himself.

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s the charm, but even if it fails again, I’ll just try again until I get it right. I’m staying at my uncle’s place in Mexico for the summer, so I got plenty of time to perfect this spell. Wish me luck!”

Seth finished recording his self-documentary and put away his phone. He paused for a moment to reflect on his previous attempts. The first time he used the spell was when he tried to possess his neighbor back home. While he managed to get inside his body, the bodybuilder had no problem expelling his soul right out through sheer willpower. The second attempt was no better. He used it to possess his old high school principal, but although he got inside his body, he couldn’t move at all! Seth was starting to grow impatient after having back to back failures. He wanted to get it right this time, and with tío Ronnie on standby, he was sure he’ll nail it down in no time!

Seth placed his hand on his doorknob and took a deep breath. He then mentally reviewed the ritual procedure one last time; first, get naked, next, find a vulnerable target, then, recite the incantation, and last, push your way into their body! It was a simple 4 step process, all Seth needed now was more practice in executing it. He hyped himself then stepped out of his bedroom, only to be mortified when he saw his tío Ronnie sitting on his bed. He was still visibly sleepy, but now he had a clear view of Seth in his underwear.

“Seth?” Ronnie said in a low, groggy voice. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

“I- uhh…” Seth didn’t know what to say. He didn’t prepare for this scenario. His eyes darted around the hallway while he searched for an answer. “I was… I was on my way to the bathroom! Yeah, I just really needed to pee!!” 

“Dude,” Ronnie winced. “No need to yell, I’m right here. That’s cool, but why are you just in your underwear though? You never do that.”

“Uhhh…” Seth was scrambling again. He could hear his heartbeat getting louder with each passing second. He felt as if no matter what he said, Ronnie would be able to see right through him! “I, um, well-”

“You know what, Sobrino, save it.” Ronnie yawned as he threw himself back on his bed. “It’s too early for this. You do you, but just let me sleep a little while longer, okay?” 

“Y-yes! Goodnight Tío!!” 

Seth hurried into the bathroom and forced himself to pee just like he said he would. He sighed a breath of relief, not because he actually needed to go, but because he was so sure he was about to get caught performing magic. Thankfully, Ronnie’s inability to care about anything kicked in and saved the day. But even though Seth got scared shitless almost getting caught, it wasn’t enough to stop him from his mission! All he needed to do was wait a little bit for Ronnie to fall back asleep, then he could try again.

Seth went back inside his bedroom while he waited Ronnie out. Nearly a full hour had passed before Seth decided it was safe enough to try again. He crept into Ronnie's room and surely enough, he was sound asleep. Seth couldn’t help but grin as he watched Ronnie’s chest rise and fall with every snore. He took off his underwear, ready to attempt the body possession spell for the third time. 

He started by reciting the incantation from the Tonis out loud. As soon as he finished reciting the last word, a wave of nausea overtook Seth. Seth was ready for the lightheadedness to hit him like a truck, but no amount of anticipation could prepare him for how sudden it was. He nearly fell over, head throbbing with pain, but Seth was determined to see the spell through to the end. 

Hand pressing against his temple, Seth forced himself to stumble over to Ronnie. He then laid his nude body on top of Ronnie as carefully as he could. Seth was able to get on top of Ronnie without waking him up, and although it wasn’t his first time getting on top of a man or possessing someone’s body, Seth wasn’t prepared for how intimate it was. He could feel his junk resting on top of Ronnie’s. The thought of them touching dicks was enough for Seth to start getting hard, but he forced himself to shake off the bad thoughts and focus on his real goal. 

Alright… 1… 2… 3, now!!

Seth started pressing his body against Ronnie’s sleeping body. He knew if he wanted the body possession spell to activate, then he would have to push with everything he’s got! Magic never worked with half-assed effort after all. He pushed and pushed until finally- he could feel himself sinking into Ronnie. It began with his legs and feet. Suddenly, the feeling of Ronnie’s thick leg hair pressing against Seth’s smooth legs was gone. In its place, Seth felt his legs become consumed and enveloped by Ronnie’s thick legs. His feet aligned with Ronnie’s feet like a pair of well-fitting socks, then they began growing and stretching to match their new form. The rest of Seth’s lower half followed suit. His cock and balls slid inside Ronnie’s groin. Seth stifled a moan as it happened. The feeling of his cock slipping into Ronnie’s member like a personal dick sleeve made a rush of pleasure surge through him. That feeling only grew as his dick grew bigger and fatter until he had an identical member to his uncle’s girthy cock. Within seconds, the lower halves of their bodies had fully aligned with another. Seth tried wiggling his hips, and surely enough, he made Ronnie’s hips wiggle around. He could even start to feel the bedsheets underneath Ronnie’s/his ass. The body possession was going well so far. 

“Nrghh…” Ronnie murmured. Seth’s eyes shot open. It seemed like Ronnie was waking up, so he knew he had to hurry up and possess him before it was too late. 

Seth’s torso was pressing against Ronnie’s thick, hairy belly and chest. With some more pushing. Seth could feel his body go past physical limitations and slip inside its new vessel. Seth’s presence inside of Ronnie’s body grew with each passing second. He could feel Ronnie’s body heat combine and become his own. Their arms, chest, and gut aligned perfectly as Seth inserted himself in. His body then once again started growing. Seth’s thin frame was rapidly taking on extra body mass. He grew bigger until he had the same bulky build his uncle Ronnie had.

“Ahh fuck!” Seth accidentally squealed out loud. He couldn’t contain himself anymore after all the warm, body stimulation from transforming and possessing Ronnie. Only his head was left. While the rest of his body was already deep inside of Ronnie, his head was sticking out just above Ronnie’s chest.

“Hrm? What the-” 

Ronnie heard Seth’s outburst and lifted his head. Seth saw he was waking up and wasted no time slamming his head into his. He phased right through. The impact made Ronnie lay back again. He then let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed throughout the house. Except it wasn’t Ronnie groaning, it was Seth using his newly obtained voice after a successful body takeover. He had done it. Ronnie’s body was officially his.

“IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED!!”

Seth was ecstatic. Not only was he able to enter someone else’s body, he was actually able to move around this time! The body possession spell worked! 

He jumped out of bed bursting with excitement, although he nearly fell over due to almost losing his balance. He immediately felt the difference in body weight between his body versus Ronnie’s body once he was on his feet. Seth took a moment to let himself get used to moving around with a bulkier body, then walked up to the mirror to admire himself. 

“Whewww… Looking good, Tío Ronnie… Or should I say, me?” 

Seth chuckled. He ran his hand across his face, letting his fingers stroke against the fine beard hairs he now possessed. Seth always shaved off his facial hair before it could fully grow in. He was amazed how it felt to have an actual beard on his face.

Seth looked down and smirked as he saw Ronnie’s body instead of his own. He laid a hand against his new hairy belly and gave it a shake. Seth was always a skinny twink, so to actually have a gut was a new experience for him (and one he was actively enjoying). He ran his hands up his torso, stopping at his chest to cup his squishy pecs. He then tried flexing his chest muscles and watched as he managed to get each pec to bounce up a little. Ronnie wasn’t a couch potato by any means, but also he wasn’t a full fledged gym rat either. The end result of being somewhere in between led to him having a larger, bulkier build with some muscle behind the girth. It was definitely a different body type than what Seth was used to, but it was one he was actively enjoying as he stripped down naked and continued admiring the newly possessed goods he now had thanks to the magic book.

After he had successfully possessed his Tío Ronnie, Seth decided to keep practicing the body possession spell until he decided he had mastered it. He decided to step it up and try possessing a police officer the following day. Unfortunately, while Seth was able to sneak his way into the cop’s body, he was unable to take control over him. Seth was trapped as a mere passenger inside the cop’s body as he went about his day like normal. 

Seth had no idea what he was doing wrong. After failing to fully possess the police officer, Seth decided to try possessing Ronnie again. Surely enough, he was able to slip inside Ronnie and take control like it was nothing. Why was Seth able to possess his Tío Ronnie but not anybody else? None of the other spells in the Tonis gave Seth this much trouble! It was certainly an intriguing problem, and it was one Seth would have to solve alone. He had to keep his magical activities a secret; after all, who knows what would happen if someone found out… 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Seth focused most of his time and energy on figuring out how to master the body possession spell. He decided to try possessing a variety of men first. Although Seth’s actions were pretty limited due to the fact he had to be naked in order to perform the spell, he was still able to possess a dad, a bear, and another twink just like him. He wanted to see if it was a matter of a specific body type. But it was no use. No matter who he possessed, Seth just wasn’t able to take control over their bodies. Yet, despite all those failures, Seth was still able to possess Ronnie without a single problem! 

Seth was getting pretty frustrated. He just couldn’t figure out why he could possess Ronnie but not anyone else! Against his better judgment, Seth decided to entertain the possibility that the spell was limited to familial members only. However, even when he tried possessing one of his cousins, he still couldn’t possess them! Seth was truly stumbled, but even so, he refused to give up. He refused to accept that there was a magic spell he could not fully master.

Seth’s next action plan was to go all in with possessing his Tío Ronnie. He figured if he can’t fight against the current, he might as well swim with the current instead. Seth started possessing and staying inside of Ronnie’s for longer periods of time whenever he hopped into him. At first it was just overnight, but then it grew to a day, then two days and so on. Ronnie had mentioned to Seth that he began to feel weird. He couldn’t articulate the strange feeling very well, but he said felt as though he had become a bystander in his own life. Seth reassured him that it was nothing, that it was probably just the summer heat getting to him. Ronnie bought it, and Seth was glad he could keep possessing him without much worry. He needed to! Seth’s rationale was that if he could get accustomed to controlling a body that wasn’t his own for an extended period of time, then maybe he could use that experience to take over other bodies. Practice makes perfect, or so the saying goes anyway. 

Seth continued practicing the spell on Ronnie regularly. It had gotten to the point where Seth didn’t even need to check the Tonis for the lengthy cantation anymore. He already had it committed to memory with how many times he used it! Seth’s next goal was to possess Ronnie’s body for two weeks straight. After so much time possessing Ronnie, Seth considered it his second home away from home. There was almost nothing Seth could do with his body that he hadn’t already tried doing with Ronnie’s body. He was that comfortable now. 

The sun was setting on his 14th day as Seth came out of the gym, drenched with sweat after a good workout. Seth sat in the car and let out a heavy breath as he waited a minute to let himself cool down. Ronnie was a heavy sweater, way more than Seth was. And with all the body hair he had, the sweat would bead up and drip off of his hair whenever he worked out. Although it was an adjustment at first, Seth grew to love it. He never realized how good his uncle’s body odor smelled. He had a naturally manly musk that was incredibly potent and intoxicating to sniff. Seth couldn’t help but sniff his own armpits after he got all sweaty. He loved his scent, and he loved watching as drips of sweat hung off of the forest of hair he had in his pits.

Seth intended to just take a quick sniff of his pits before driving back home, but he was getting too entranced by his own sweaty aroma. The tent forming in his mesh shorts was undeniable proof that he was into it too! Seth paused and looked down to see his protruding bulge. He shouldn’t be this aroused, but he knew he was the reason why he was already hard with just smelling his own sweaty pits. 

When Seth first challenged himself to possess Ronnie for 14 continuous days, he also swore to himself to not do anything sexual while inside his body. He was able to get by the two weeks without much difficulty. But of course, that also meant he was holding a 14 day load in. No doubt his body was itching for some relief, and although Seth was ready to just power through the last day, he couldn’t help but stare at the large, obscene bulge in his shorts. Against his better judgment, Seth let one of his hands slither down his body until it reached his bulge. His fingers wrapped around his rock hard member and gave it a light tug through the mesh fabric of his shorts. It was nothing more than a quick rub, but it was enough to get Seth squirming in his carseat as the warm pleasure of rubbing his sensitive, erect dick began to kick in. It was no use, he had to get off and he had to do it now!

Seth practically ripped his shorts with how quickly he took them off. His cock sprang out as it was released from its clothing imprisonment. Seth looked at his uncle’s fat cock with wonder as it stood upright in its full glory right in front of him. He was jealous that Ronnie had a view like this everytime he jerked off. Seth grinned as he wrapped his calloused palm around his new dick, fully relishing the fact that it was his turn to tug on that girthy member now. 

His breath became bated as he pumped himself. Seth threw his head back and let out several guttural moans from deep within his lungs. 

“Fuck yeah… You like that…? You fucking dirty bitch, yeah you like that huh…”

Seth kept talking dirty in between groaning and panting like a wild animal in heat. He loved using his uncle’s deep voice and heavy Mexican accent to talk dirty. Just hearing Ronnie’s voice come out of his mouth while he jerked off made his throbbing dick leak with precum. His thick, hairy thighs became soaked with precum and sweat as he increased the speed of his strokes. He had all the car windows closed and the AC off. In cutting off the air flow, it quickly became very warm in the car. Seth’s stolen body started sweating again, which in turn, made his sweaty musk come back. He grunted as he sniffed his pits, fueling his mind with an ecstasy-like sensation through the power of smell. 

“Arghh, fuckk…!”

Seth couldn’t last much longer. He was getting close. He picked up his stroking speed and within the next minute, ropes of warm cum shot out of him. Seth bellowed his moans as the endorphins rushed throughout his body. His fat cock was like a water gun as it shot load after load of sticky cum until both his body and the car was covered in jizz. Seth was red in the face and out of breath by the time he fully finished. After all the time and energy he put into researching the body possession spell and while trying to stay abstinent too, a good jerk off session was very much needed! But although Seth got the relief he didn’t realize he was desperately needing, his intense self-pleasure session caused the already finicky spell to act up again. Before Seth could even react, he was ejected out of Ronnie’s body. The sharp pain of getting literally torn out of Ronnie was overwhelming. Seth blacked out as a result.

…When Seth came to, he found himself lying on his bed. He looked around his room, letting the comfort of a familiar place ease his mind while he got his bearing together again. He had some mild body pain, but nothing he couldn’t manage. Seth was grateful that he came out relatively unharmed after a freak accident like that. 

He sat up in bed and realized he was wearing shorts now. Seth wasn’t sure how he got clothed or how he even got back home, but then he found a note on the ground with answers to his questions. It read: “Found you knocked out so I carried you to your bed. I also put on some clothes so you weren’t naked. Don’t go out drinking so much if you can’t handle it. Rest up, I’ll see you soon,” signed by Ronnie. 

Seth let out a heavy exhale after reading the note. He was horrified at the thought of his uncle finding him naked and passed out somewhere. However, as far as he could tell by the note, it seemed like Ronnie was still not the wiser about what his nephew has been up to lately. Seth could rest a little bit easier knowing his secret was still safe.

Seth picked up his phone, which was right next to the note on the ground. He unlocked it and checked the time. Apparently, a full 24 hours had passed since Seth was forcibly removed from Ronnie’s body. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he figured it must’ve been pretty bad if it knocked him out cold for an entire day! 

Seth wanted to spend the rest of the day resting, but then his mind began abuzz with thoughts. He walked over to his door and peeked out of it, where he then saw Ronnie taking a midday nap down the hallway. The sight of his sleeping tío made the urge to possess him kick in. Seth’s initial thought was to just let both him and Ronnie rest before he tries casting magic again. But then the memory of the freak accident came back. Seth had magic accidents before, but they were never to that extent. The more he thought about it, the more he worried that he might have lost the power to possess people due to the accident. His mind became restless worrying about it. Seth wanted to ignore it, but he just couldn’t. He needed to know if he had lost his casting abilities for good or not.

“Okay… Just one quick possession…” Seth whispered to himself. “I just need to check if I can still possess people. Just five minutes, then I hop out and rest…”

Seth repeated his plan to himself multiple times. He knew this was probably the riskiest thing he had done with magic thus far, but with how great his anxiety was becoming, it quickly became his only option in his mind. Once he reassured himself enough, Seth took the first step towards his tío’s bedroom. It should be simple, just a quick in n out. He had already possessed Ronnie so many times after all, it should be easy enough. It should’ve been. But when Seth stepped into Ronnie’s bedroom, he was nowhere to be found. Seth tried looking for him but he couldn’t find him anywhere. It was like he had disappeared from the house!

“Maybe it’s for the best… I’ve been getting too reckless with magic anyway…” Seth mumbled as he walked back to his bedroom with his head dangling with defeat. He stepped back into his room and closed his eyes to take some deep breaths. However, just as he stood in the middle of his room, his door was slammed shut and standing in front of it was Tío Ronnie.

“Looking for someone, Sobrino?”

Seth felt his heart drop into his stomach when he heard Ronnie’s voice. He turned his head slowly and was met with Ronnie’s staring daggers into him. Seth swallowed his breath. The air in the room had become nauseatingly tense. He wanted to get out of there, but with Ronnie standing right in front of the door, chances of escape were slim to none.

“Um… Hi, Tío…” Seth said meekly.

“Hey. Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“Hm? N-No, I don’t think so…”

“Really. What’s this then?” 

Ronnie reached for something in his back pocket. He pulled it out and threw it onto the ground right in front of Seth. Seth’s eyes nearly jumped out of his head when he saw the Tonis Maximus. His breathing became shorter and labored. He knew more likely than not that he had been caught.

“Uhh what is that?” Seth feigned a laugh. Ronnie shook his head and took a step forward.

“Drop the act, it’s not cute. You’ve been acting weird ever since you got here back in July. At first I just ignored it, figured you just needed some time to get used to living here. But you never did. You just kept acting weirder and more secretive, almost like you were paranoid about something. Meanwhile, I started feeling weird too. I would wake up with body aches and random bruises, even when I don’t remember doing anything that would cause that. But I figured these two things just couldn’t be connected. Right, Seth?”

“But I was wrong, they were all connected. What really set me off was when I woke up in my car sweaty, naked, and covered in my own cum. How the fuck did I end up like that? Why would I end up like that? None of it made sense! But then when I got home, I found you passed out and naked in the backyard. I can handle one or two strange, out of the ordinary things happening, but this many? Nah. I can’t ignore that, I needed answers. And so, while you were passed out, I decided to snoop around your room for a bit. And surely enough, I found the one missing piece to the puzzle I needed tucked away in my beloved nephew’s clothes.” 

Ronnie pointed to the Tonis laying on the ground. Seth felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but remained quiet. 

“I’m not stupid, Seth. I know you’ve been using magic to take over my body. I couldn’t believe it at first- Hell, I didn’t want to believe it! But it’s the only thing that explains everything that’s been going on in this house ever since you arrived.”

“Wh-Wh-What are you going t-to do with me…?” Seth finally spoke up, albeit with a shaky voice.

“I’m glad you asked,” Ronnie smirked. He then got closer to Seth while taking off his clothes. Seth took a step back, but froze with sheer panic when he heard Ronnie recite the body possession spell. “Now it’s my turn to have some fun! You don’t mind, right? It’s only fair, after everything you’ve done…”

Ronnie charged at Seth. Seth was able to sidestep him, but as he ran for the door, Ronnie grabbed onto him and slammed him face first onto the bed. Seth got the wind knocked out of him, and even though he struggled to break free, Ronnie had him firmly pinned down. It was no use, he had lost.

“Alright! Now all I gotta do is enter you right!?” Ronnie yelled. Seth could feel something long and hard rubbing against his ass and knew immediately there had been a misunderstanding.

“Wait! You’re not supposed to literat- AH FUCK!!”

Seth was too late. He shouted out in pain as Ronnie shoved his fat cock into him with little to no warning. Ronnie then started to thrust his hips into Seth while keeping him pinned onto the bed.

He was pounding away at Seth’s ass like an angry jackhammer. Seth could feel the weight of his big and strong uncle laying on top of him as he fucked him. The hair on Ronnie’s chest and stomach felt good brushing against his back while he thrusted into him. Seth was a well experienced bottom. If he wanted to have a good time, he knew not just any random top could get the job done. But with Ronnie’s girthy cock filling him up and his aggressive hip-thrusting rhythm, Seth found himself in heaven as Ronnie fucked him like a personal sex toy.

“Ah! Nrghhh… Fuck! Ahh!!”

“C’mon, open up that ass for me!”

Ronnie had Seth in a tight bear hug as he fucked him. Seth could feel his uncle really laying out all his body weight on top of him. Then, it happened. Seth’s moans grew louder and more intense as he began to feel his uncle phasing into his body. It was only his asshole at first, but then his entire body started getting filled up with the warm presence of a man as he got possessed. However, Seth was a much thinner man compared to Ronnie.

“Fuck…! Fuckk…! FUCKKKK!!! AHHH!!!” Seth cried out. He could feel his body getting stuffed to its physical limits as Ronnie pushed his bulky body into his twink body. Seth felt as if his skin was about to burst open with how full he was. But luckily for him, Ronnie was able to get inside of him without severely injuring him. However, although Ronnie had fully inserted himself into Seth, he was unable to control Seth’s body. The body possession was a failure. But to add insult to injury, Seth couldn’t move his own body either because he had become too bloated to move! It took several minutes but eventually Seth’s body was able to return to normal once it was able to adjust for all the extra body mass it had taken on. Seth was able to move like normal again, although thanks to Ronnie, he was no longer the same skinny twink as before. He had grown to match Ronnie’s body type.

“Man! I look pretty good!” Seth said out loud. His voice had dropped several octaves in pitch. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening- the body possession spell was clearly too unstable to follow any logic, but at least this time, Seth was enjoying the results!

Hey! What the fuck!? Why can’t I move! I want to possess you! Not just sit in here!!

Seth could hear his uncle’s voice inside his mind. He felt an itch in his head for a brief moment, but then it disappeared. But then Seth felt a sudden, burning sensation in his chest. It made him kneel over with pain. He felt as if every fiber of his existence was getting pulled and tugged on!

“Hey!! What are you doing!?” Seth shouted out in pain.

I’m going even deeper!! I’m gonna possess you no matter what, even if it means I have to take over your soul!!

Seth’s mind went into full panic mode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout at Ronnie to stop. He was going to depths even he had never explored with magic! There was no telling what was going to happen, but so long as Ronnie was inside of Seth, there was nothing Seth could do but endure it…

Seth was gasping for breath as he felt a cold wave flow over his body. The icy sensation began in his heart then spread throughout the rest of his body. No doubt Ronnie had made it inside of his soul by now. All of the major muscle groups in his body inflated with body mass. His chest filled in with firm pecs, his bicep and leg muscles became toned, his ass grew larger and well rounded. Hair began to sprout on every square inch of his body. At first, his hairy body resembled Ronnie’s, but the hair growth didn’t stop there. Arms, legs, pits, ass, pubic, beard, everywhere on Seth’s body had become a jungle of thick, black hair, far surpassing Ronnie’s body hair! 

Seth groaned as he felt his cock stretching and growing. His cock thickened until he had the same hung, fat dick as his uncle. It grew out into an impressive 6.5 inches with some heavy girth to boot. His hairy balls hung lower than before as they began producing cum and testosterone en masse. By the time Ronnie finished possessing Seth’s soul, Seth had become completely unrecognizable. Seth and Ronnie had merged together to form a new man due to the soul possession that had taken place. The soul possession had taken traits from the 20 year old and 38 year old and combined them together to create the new 29 year old Ignacio.

Seth was breathing heavily as all of the bodily sensations he was experiencing began to subside. His vision grew blurry, but never recovered. Seth closed his eyes, panting for breath, and passed out on the ground.

Days had passed since Seth and Ronnie fused together. After the fourth day of being unconscious, the newly formed Ignacio woke up with groggy eyes. He picked himself up and let out a guttural yawn that nearly shook the house walls. He scratched his chest as he stretched, his fingers getting caught occasionally due to how thick his curly chest hair was. 

“Man… What the fuck happened to me…” Ignacio thought out loud. His voice had a baritone pitch and a heavy Mexican accent. Ignacio looked around and spotted a phone on the ground. He picked it up and opened the gallery through the quick start camera shortcut. The first thing on the phone gallery was a video of some shirtless young man recording himself. Ignacio played the video. 

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s-”

Ignacio grew bored of the video and deleted it. He had no idea who Seth was or what he was talking about, and didn’t care enough to find out. Instead, he cleared out the phone entirely and claimed it for himself.

While cleaning up the room, Ignacio found a book titled Tonis Maximus. However, he couldn’t make sense of any of the writing inside. So he tore it apart and threw it into the fire pit, ready to burn at some point. 

Ignacio then proceeded to take a shower to get ready for the day. It was a big day after all, his brothers and sisters were supposed to fly in from the States later that day. Ignacio smiled thinking about his beloved nephews and nieces. He was sure they were just as excited to see Tío Ignacio as he was to see them. 

Ignacio hurried to get dressed and make his way to the airport asap. He was completely oblivious to all the reality-altering magic that made his existence possible, and with the Tonis Maximus destroyed, there was no turning back. Not that Ignacio really minded it; after all, he was living the easy life in his little city in Mexico, fucking men on the downlow and overjoyed whenever his family visited him. Life was as good as it could be now that magic was out of picture, permanently. 

Stuffing

The Thanksgiving holiday was always your favorite. Much like the turkey they often ate, people made for great stuffing candidates. For one, they often ate large meals that night, and the fittest among them used the morning after to exercise away coma-inducing meal from the night before. These aspects made for the perfect conditions to make a body far more pliable than normal. “Stuffing a turkey” was not something you did often, nor something you took lightly. Conditions needed to be perfect, mass to account for, compatibility, the works. Of course, this year seemed to be a good year for an upgrade. And you knew just who.

Ryan was a menace at the local gym, often taking pictures of new members just trying to improve their lifestyle to playback later and ridicule with his buddies. He had of course been confronted about it, but so far everything had been unsubstantiated, so the most he’d gotten were the near constant disapproving looks from the other regulars. In other words, his reign of terror remained unpunished. To add to the injustice, the man seemed to thrive off the hate anyway and it didn’t help that his cousin owned the place.

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“What the fuck!?” He screamed at the sight of you in his bathroom as he had just stripped out of his dank gym clothes. From the smell permeating the air, and the weary look in his eye, you could tell he had just come home from a workout. Delicious.

“Your cousin Vinnie let me in, he said to come for a good time.” You stated plainly. 

Ryan dropped his duffel to the floor, running towards you until you were pinned up to the wall near his bed by his meaty arms. You couldn’t help but lick your lips in the strength brimming from his sweat-slick biceps.

“I ain’t gay, fa-“

You plant a kiss into his mouth to shut him up, leaving a little piece of yourself burrowing into him.

He caught himself smiling inexplicably. He looked at the trail of saliva from his mouth to your perverse smile and nearly gagged as he backed up to his bed. Raw disgust turned red, as you could only see a boiling, fuming anger beneath his icy blues.

You were unfazed.

“Oh Ryan… of course we are”. You hummed as you began to exert what small control you had in that piece inside him to prevent him from running away. It wasn’t much, and you mostly relied on the shock to keep him in position, but it had been enough. 

He looked at you, watching in horror as you liquefied your hands into a slick mass of flesh. You smile in turn.

“I can’t wait stuff you like a turkey… but what’s a turkey without some gravy?”

He began to protest, before quickly closing his eyes in a moan of displeasure, as a small tendril of your flesh began flowing into his piss slit. 

You watched as more and more of your pulsating meaty tendrils, slick with your sweat, inched into the thick dick of the man that would become your turkey. Caught halfway between pleasure and revulsion, Ryan gripped his sheets to get his bearings. 

“B-bro!” He whined. 

“Don’t worry Ry, pretty soon you’ll be thanking me”. You playfully chime back. 

It was uniquely violating for the man, feeling writhing flesh burrow into an orifice that normally only let stuff out. He yelped as you hooked your tendril into his body, abruptly stopping your advance. Now came the fun part. 

Ryan willed himself still, dick still bound to you and not wanting to disturb his momentary peace. Nervous eyes follow your widening smile as the next set of your fleshy tendrils now ran down the outside of the athlete’s cock. 

“Oh f-fufufuuuck” he blurted out in a drawn moan. Like a perverse sleeve, your slimy tendrils encapsulate over his dick, and you made sure to dial up the pleasure by having them vibrate rhythmically.

You catch glimpses of horror in between unbelievable pleasure. Then, another emotion. Shame.

“Oh.. don’t look so guilty Ry, this feels good doesn’t it? What’s so wrong about that?” You tease. You knew his brain was working overtime so trying to fish out a response from the pleasure drunk jock was useless. You continue as if he had protested. “You feel good. To me- over me. I make you feel good, you make me feel good. Ryan, I think we’re a match made in heaven.”

You can tell the titillation reached it’s peak when Ryan’s beautiful blue eyes rolled to the back of his head in a unwanted pleasure while he half-screamed. He slammed his head back and forth onto his pillow, as if each pump was lick an electrical shock. At last, tearful eyes roll back into focus, starting at you before looking away in shame as you felt Ryan’s batter rocket out, pushing the tendril you had inside him out . 

Ryan collapsed into his bed, heaving from the experience. You saw him force his satisfied smile down, ashamed by the whole experience. You stroke the side of his face, not caring that a bit of his own juices were basting his cheek. 

“Oh Ryan… you’re gonna feel so good once you’re nice and stuff- can you imagine it? Experiencing that kind of pleasure every day?”

As much of a jerk as the guy was, you couldn’t help but love the taste of his seed. It tasted-no, felt potent. Like his concentrated essence had been distilled into his milky white. The slight saltiness, the raw musk. You almost lost yourself in the testosterone oozing from every drop. 

You went to work quickly, as Ryan was still reeling from the experience. You began mashing and grinding his seed, the post-workout sweat now coating some of you, your own sweat, and the bit of saliva from earlier into a dangerous concoction. You loved the feeling. Integrating some of Ryan into you like added flavor. It wasn’t the first time you’ve stuffed a turkey, but Ryan was definitely on a league of his own. This was the first time you could finally get into someone like him, and even just the act of meshing the bit of his flavor into yourself was its own pleasure. You took a quick whiff. Heaven.

Ryan finally began to speak again, only managing to let out a “Bro-FUCK” as you completely destabilized into a meaty mass and shot up his other orifice. Ry thrashed as he gripped his ass in pain, slamming against his headboard multiple times as he tried in vain to fight, to leave… to do anything beyond succumbing to you. He hyperventilated as most of your mass was already inside, trying to fight the intense bloating sensation and the persistent need to gag you out. His legs curled and uncurled, kicking into his sheets as he huffed and grunted. You reasoned you may have miscalculated your current size, as from within you could tell, he was too full to even make any words. He cried as his body swallowed nearly every inch of you, passing out when the last bit of you sloshed in and his ass-cheeks puckered shut, sealing you inside. Deep in his flesh, you began to bore into any space that would let you, poking and prodding every inch of Ryan and spreading from his innards to the rest of him like a root.

The hard part was over. Ryan awoke, sore and groggy. Instinctively, he got up from his bed before he froze. That simple action made you moan on the spot, as the parts of you in between his muscle fibers were squeezed, and began squirming, squeezing some of Ryan in turn. Like a sponge, you felt those parts soak him up and vice versa. Ryan must have felt it as well, as he began to walk to the mirror carefully, taking care to move as little as possible. It must have felt violating, hearing your voice emanate from deep within his body, and feeling his limbs grow sluggish, as you felt Ryan moan back “please… please get out of me…”

Like a muscle within a muscle, you flexed, moving Ryan’s limbs against his will and positioning him to the mirror. His lips quivered as he began to smile, and his mouth opened while you spoke out from deep within him. “No can do Ry-“ You force his meaty arms to pat his bloated stomach- a move that forced another involuntary gag out of Ryan. The quick movement brought you pleasure, extracting and absorbing and blurring the lines between your two bodies. His head shook as his tearful eyes stared back, mouth opening again for your next message. “I bet you can feel how permanent this is”.

Ryan’s clumsy hands shook as they brought themselves up to his chest, rotating in circular motions as you took pleasure in spreading his gym-sweat all over his pecs. His eyes focused as he tried to wrangle control back of his bod,y neurons firing as he willed himself into a punch to his cheek. The pain sent you both reeling, and you decided to slip tendrils deeper, pulling on more of Ryan’s muscle fibers.

You also brought the parts of your flesh into his brain, slipping and twisting your folds into his. This particular action brought Ry’s hands involuntarily clutching the sides of his head in pain as he felt you penetrate into his own psyche, and wrap yourself in it. In an instant, all sings of struggle stopped and Ryan’s hands slung down to his side. Ocean blue eyes, shimmering with tears of the previous struggle blinked back, and a deranged smile painted his face. Like the eye of a vast hurricane, there was an eerie stillness to your perfected control. You stretch Ryan’s psyche over your face like a mask.

“Ry… bro… I told ya- no can do” Ryan felt his body state playfully. In speech, mannerisms, Ryan watched in horror as you perfectly mimicked him, save for the shadow of your satisfaction reflected his face. He felt himself stick his tongue out in tease, hands gently caressing each pec before smiling in a demented pleasure. His fingers circled each nipple, causing them to grow hard. In true defilement, Ryan felt his very mind betray him, as your thoughts wore his like a suit. “Ryan, bro… we’re one.” It was sickening feeling his own mind reflect your pleasure. Ryan felt his fingers pinch his hard nipples, laughing in euphoria.

Even from just breathing through him, you could tell this body was in top shape. You towered over the room like a giant, feeling power brimming over ever piece of his musclebound flesh. Ryan’s face pulls uncharacteristically into your smile, eyes fluttering up in pleasure as his meaty bicep is pulled up next to his nose. You stick your nose to his damp pits, reeking from his past workout. In your head, your hear him scream as you use Ryan’s nose to inhale his own scent. He continued wailing when he felt his own brain think out your words, and his own lips and vice gently grunt. “You smell so fucking good bro”. 

And then, Ryan felt the unexpected. You remove your face from his psyche, pulling your some of tendrils back into the core of his body and Ryan felt some semblance of control of his body return. Like a true athlete, he immediately took advantage of the opening, firing his neurons, and using sheer musculature to wrestled you for control. You manage to retain only his mouth, opening it wide again to speak from inside him.“ I like it when you fight”. He hears you speak to him and his face shivers as you manage out a wink before he resumes control.

Ryan panted, collapsing again in exhaustion as you slept peacefully inside him, protected by his very flesh. At some point, you’ll have him take all his muscle and mind and wring you out like a sponge, squeezing and squeezing you into himself until you became every aspect of Ryan. And at some point, you might “Ryan” might find and stuff a new turkey. But, this new body was virile, and making him wrestle with his own stuffing for control was its own exquisite pleasure. For now, this stuffed turkey was perfect just the way he was. 

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Just a quick post-Thanksgiving bite.

Hey babe! Now that I can jump into people's bodies, Im looking for someone you can play around with tn💙 How do u feel about this handsome guy? I found him at the mall

I feel so strong and dominant walking around in this cop! 👮 if you want I can drive his patrol car to your office and give you a police escort home? Or I could just wait 🙄 Id love using this officer's body to scare some sense into those annoying neighbors of ours...

Wow, babe!

You sure know how to turn my day around! My jerk-of-a-boss is making me stay late again! I'd love to rip the uniform off that cop as soon as I get home, but I might be here awhile.

Hmm...

Maybe this lil army boy will change your mind! I pulled him over while wearing that cop, and I literally drooled when I saw him 😜🫡 I ordered him to step out of the vehicle so I could pat him down, and he had to do it! Anyways, I left the cop somewhere on the highway. What do ya think of this new body? I definitely like wearing him...

Wow, babe, just wow! That is one stud of a soldier. I'd love to thank him for his service, but that doesn't change the fact that I've got to finish these files by Monday. Sorry.

Youre gonna work yourself to death babe! But fine 😭 I'll just have to entertain myself tonight. Wonder what that annoying neighbor of ours is up to...

Omg, babe! I just jumped into our neighbor, and he's at work🤯👷

Check out the massive gut on this man! He's such a pig! That wife of his must be a great cook when shes not nagging us about HOA violations! Should I call her as her hubbie and start some drama lol...

Definitely, do not do that!

He may be annoying, but you don't need to end his marriage, babe.

Fine, but can I at least embarrass him in front of his coworkers? This guy could use a real humility check

Do whatever you want with him, babe. I think he could be brought down a peg. Take your time, too! I've got a few more hours left at the office unfortunately.

Ugh! Lemme see if I can change that...

There 😤

I just found that boss of yours and jumped in his body! Now I order you to come up to his office and air all your frustrations with me...

Woah! I'm running!

While I'm up there we're filing some paperwork to give me a raise and more vacation days!

Oh he'll give you everything you want with a sweet little BJ to show his appreciation 🤑👅 just hurry. Your boss is on his knees waiting...

Evened Out

Mitchell’s day started like any other. He got up early, ate breakfast and went to work. Went through the usual motions of it all until his lunch break then doing it all again until it was time to head home. He said goodbye to his co-workers before jumping in his car. Upon starting up the engine however, the blinking red light on his dashboard soon reminded him that he needed to make a quick stop at the gas station on the way. With a sigh he buckled his seatbelt and set off.

It only took about 10 minutes before he was pulling into the gas station next to pump. Mitchell hopped out of his car and began filling it up. Though as he watched the gas meter go up, he couldn’t help noticing a huge pickup truck pulling in the station. How could he not notice it with that massive engine roaring beside him. The thing had to be at least twice the size of Mitchell’s regular old car. As it parked next to Mitchell, he began to smell the fumes being expelled from the large vehicle as they filled the air. Most would find the smell unpleasant but for some reason Mitchell found himself being oddly allured by it without the faintest idea why.

As Mitchell stood there taking in the fumes, the drivers side door to the truck opened. A pair of worn looking work boots stepped out from the vehicle belonging to a imposing bear of a man. He was huge all over. Strong burly arms and legs. A thick stomach hidden not so subtly beneath his tight shirt. Jeans that moulded perfectly to that fat bear ass of his. Atop his head the man wore a backwards cap that covered his almost bald head. But even more noticeable was that massive bushy beard of his. One so thick and full that really brought together an air of masculinity around this man.

Mitchell couldn’t help continuing to steal glances at this man as he made his way up to the gas pump before slotting it into his own tank. That man… just the sight of him was making Mitchell’s cock twitch. When he wasn’t glancing at the man he was looking down at his own body. In comparison he was much shorter and skinnier than the bearish figure before him. Lanky arms and small legs with next to no muscle on his frame and a little bit of flab around his midsection due to his lack of exercise. Pretty much completely hairless all over besides the top of his head. Relatively boyish looks that made him seem younger than he actually was. And to top it all off a relatively small manhood that was about an inch and a half under average. Certainly nothing compared to what this other man was packing judging by the fat bulge in his jeans. The only real thing Mitchell had going for him was the surprisingly large and bubbly ass he’d been blessed with.

All his life Mitchell had admired bigger men like the one across from him. Never believing he’d be one himself of course, he just loved the idea of a big hairy man wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. Allowing him to be held tight by all that manliness. Letting it consume him until this bigger man had him pinned down on a bed and was ripping off his pants. Smacking his ass a little before said man whips out his own cock and-

“Like something you see boy?” The bear asked, having clearly noticed Mitchell’s staring.

Right away Mitchell snapped out of his little daydream.

“Oh! I uhhh… no sorry I just…” He stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say the imposing man who’d just caught him being a bit of a perv. Only as he tried to think of a way to explain himself, Mitchell quickly noticed that the man didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest. If anything he looked amused in a way.

“It’s fine if you do.” He smirked with that deep baritone voice of his sending shivers along Mitchell’s spine. “I think I like what I see too.” He added as his gazed shifted up and down Mitchell’s lean suited body. The preppy, well groomed and smart look Mitchell adorned seemed to catch his eye.

Mitchell gulped. His mouth went completely dry at the comment, not knowing how to respond. Was this guy being for real with him? What was he supposed to say in return? He’d never been in a situation like this before. It was like something you’d see in a TV show.

Before long Mitchell finished filling his tank and slotted the pump back whilst trying to hide his blush. He could feel the bear’s eyes still burning a hole through him but he was too nervous to return it. Instead he opted to quickly scuttle off inside the gas station to pay for his fuel and pick up a couple other things while he was there.

Only a few minutes into browsing however, the door rang again. Mitchell looked over his shoulder to see none other than the burly man from before as he brushed a hand through his thick beard. Once again those stern eyes landed on the smaller man as his mustache curled upwards in a smirk. Now feeling even more flustered, Mitchell quickly averted his eyes back towards the shelf of items as he swiped up everything he needed and practically made a dash for the till.

He watched as the cashier scanned his items. As he did, Mitchell glanced back to see the thick imposing man surfing through the shelves. He took a nervous breath in an effort to calm his erection that he was trying oh so desperately to hide. Thankfully the cashier was quick at telling him his total for the fuel and items, allowing him to pay so he could get out of there and get home before he ends up doing something insane.

Unfortunately the second Mitchell turned around he was met face to face with two massive pecs. Each held firmly by that tight tank top that allowed for thick curly chest hair to spill out for all to see. Having almost walked directly into the two mounds of thick muscle, Mitchell looked up to see the same man from before grinning down at him like a predator getting ready to devour its prey. He would’ve been more scared had he not been so turned on.

“I-I’m so sorry I… I wasn’t looking where I- sorry…” Mitchell mumbled awkwardly before trying to scoot around the brute. Before he could however, he felt a massive hand on his chest stopping him from getting away.

“Hold on boy. Wait for me a moment. I’ve got something I want to ask you.” The bear claimed with a sly look on his bearded face. “Assuming you don’t have anywhere else to be.” That grin of his only grew, in turn causing Mitchell’s head and heart to swell with an abundance of emotions he couldn’t even begin to decipher.

The rather meek looking man nodded. “S-sure. Okay. I’ll uhmm… I’ll wait.” And with that Mitchell stood and watched awkwardly as this hirsute mountain of a human being placed his basket of items on the counter to be scanned. A six pack of beer, a few cigars, some gum and a couple other miscellaneous things like snacks and what not. A small part of Mitchell’s brain was telling him to run for the hills while he still had the chance but by this point he was far too captivated by this huge, admittedly sexy man.

Moments later the man handed over what he owed before turning around, happy to see Mitchell still waiting for him like a good boy. Bag in hand, he stomped over towards Mitchell with an almost triumphant look on his face for whatever reason as he slung a meaty arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. Before they knew it, Mitchell was being guided out of the gas station by this hairy goliath without much of a say in the matter.

“So. What did you uhm… want to talk about sir?” Mitchell asked as they reached their cars.

The grip that strong hand had on Mitchell’s shoulder tightened a little. “Oh I want to do more than talk boy.” The bearded man smirked. “And the name is Daryn. But you can keep calling me sir if that’s what you prefer.” He chuckled.

Daryn proceeded to march the two of them over towards his pick up truck where he opened the passengers side door and motioned towards Mitchell to get in. Immediately Mitchell was hit with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the faint aroma of musk. Though all things considered it didn’t look too messy besides a couple of burger wrappers and an empty beer can on the seat which Daryn quickly wiped onto the floor, implying he’d clean it later.

“Hop in.” The bear stated bluntly.

Mitchell couldn’t help feeling oddly allured by the offer but… “H-hold on what? What do you mean get in? Where do you wanna take me???” He shouted in a somewhat distressed manner.

“Don’t worry yourself boy.” Daryn’s deep voice once again rumbling through the air in a way that made Mitchell shiver in delight. “I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ll never want to leave where all you’ll feel is bliss…” he claimed somewhat ominously.

Mitchell wasn’t sure how to respond. “I uhmm… I’m not sure I’m… uhhh…” before he could even finish a coherent thought, however, Mitchell’s eyes widened as he felt a giant hand grab the back of his head before Daryn smashes their lips together. Mitchell can only grunt and groan in surprise as he feels the bigger man’s beard rubbing against his face. He could already taste the beer on Daryn’s breath as the bear stuffed his tongue deep into Mitchell’s mouth. The latter found himself helpless to do anything. As if his body had gone totally weak, refusing to pull away from the kiss and instead lean further into it.

The kiss only concluded when Daryn decided to pull away, by which point Mitchell’s eyes were already glossed over in a haze. He could hardly remember where he was or what he was doing. Only the giant hairy man before him who was causing his cock to swell.

“Now, as I said, Hop in.” Daryn murmured only this time he didn’t give Mitchell much or a choice nor any time to think or recompose himself before he was practically picking the small suited man up by his shirt and tossing him in the passenger seat. “There you go.”

Moments later Daryn came around the other side before jumping into the driver's seat. Mitchell’s head was still spinning from the kiss. All he knew was that being so close to this brute made him feel so helpless and submissive. Like he wanted to do anything he was told. So much so that Daryn smiled when he saw Mitchell’s bulge now at full attention. The dazed man suddenly began to snap out of it however as he heard the truck's engine roar to life.

“W-what? Huh? Wait… m-my car.” Mitchell muttered as his brain made its best attempt to come to its senses with little avail.

“Don’t worry about you car boy. You’re not gonna need it anymore.” Daryn claimed boldly as he rubbed Mitchell’s lean thigh. “Just focus on me. Focus on daddy.” The deep gravelly voice of his once again ringing through Mitchell’s ears in a way that he was unable to resist. So much so that Mitchell hardly even protested as he watched Daryn reach towards his crotch and undo the zipper on his jeans. Slowly reaching inside and pulling out the thick meaty shaft he called a cock as it soon began to engorge.

“Have a suck on that while daddy takes you home.” Daryn laughed again before taking Mitchell’s head once again only this time pressing it down towards his fat dick. This time the younger man didn’t even try to resist, instead just wrapping his lips around the massive cock as he was told. Coughing and spluttering a little as he struggled to contain its sheer girth and length in his mouth while the trucker continued to push Mitchell’s head down further. “Mmmmm yeahhhhh… that’s it. Goooood boy.” Daryn groans, allowing the pleasure of a good blowjob to wash over him. He wanted to get one last one in before the big change after all.

With Mitchell’s mind now firmly under the bear's control, Daryn set off out of the gas station and down the road. It’d been so many years since he’d done this. He couldn’t help being excited for what was to come. He wasn’t quite sure if it would turn out the way he hoped after he’d *used* Mitchell but it would at the very least be interesting. And if it didn’t work out as he planned, he could always find someone else to even things out…

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About 30 or so minutes later, the pair pulled up outside Daryn’s place. It was a secluded cabin out in the woods away from most other people. It was a surprisingly nice place that looked almost a bit fancy with the way it was built. Of course Mitchell didn’t see it at first though as he was too busy letting Daryn use his mouth as a cock warmer as he passively sucked on the giant manhood. Only pulling off at last when Daryn sat him up and said they’d arrived. Mitchell would only nod in response as he was told to get out of the truck and follow Daryn inside.

Before long Daryn unlocked the front door before ushering Mitchell in. The dazed man of course didn’t think twice and continued following behind Daryn thick backside into the house and towards the main living area. It was large and spacious with just the right amount of decor to give it some personality. But Mitchell didn’t care about any of that. He had tunnel vision for the bear that’d lured him here and that was that.

“Now just stand here while I get the preparations ready.” Daryn ordered as he left Mitchell stood in the middle of the living room like a mindless drone. He would return shortly after with a few items in hand.

Daryn placed the items to one side before turning back to Mitchell with a smile. “Get undressed.” He said with an even more commanding tone. Mitchell’s eyes rolled slightly as the bigger man’s voice vibrated through him. Then almost immediately after he began pulling off his clothes as fast as possible. Tossing his tie on the floor as he kicked off his dress shoes before rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. “Gooood.” Daryn muttered as he began to do the same. Gradually tugging off his own clothes starting with his massive boots before moving to grab the bottom of his tight shirt. “Fuck this hypno necklace was a great purchase. This is so much easier than last time.” He commented as he tossed the shirt to the ground, revealing not only his huge hairy belly and soft pecs but also the magical artifact hung around his neck.

The pair continued stripping down until finally they both stood completely nude besides the necklace still hanging around Daryn’s neck. Dirty jeans and suit pants discarded to one side. Now the difference between them was even more apparent than ever after getting to see the side by side comparison of Mitchell's skinny hairless body next to Daryn’s massive hairy one… it was like night and day! Everything about Daryn was bigger and manlier from his muscles to his body fat. His hands to his beard. His ass to his cock. God their cocks. Despite everything that was one of the most notable differences. Mitchell in all honestly had a rather small below average dick. A cute little pecker if you will. But Daryn’s was a weapon. Fat and huge. Even while flaccid it was intimidating to look at, knowing it could ruin almost any hole. Had Mitchell not been dazed out of his mind he probably would’ve been jealous but instead he could only think about worshiping the Goliath of a man before him even more so than before.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Daryn turned and grabbed one to the items he’d grabbed earlier. A bottle of what seemed to be ordinary body lotion. He cracked open the lid and poured a very generous amount of it into his hand before making his way back towards Mitchell. Without a second thought he began rubbing the lotion across Mitchell’s smooth frame, starting with his chest and stomach before working his way around. Making sure to lather up each and every part of the younger man’s frame. Before long Mitchell was practically shining in the light due to all the lotion but things weren’t over yet.

“Now it’s my turn.” Daryn claimed as he handed the lotion bottle to Mitchell. “Lather me up boy.” He demanded. He didn’t need to ask twice. Within seconds Mitchell had squeezed the lotion into his hands and was rubbing all across Daryn’s much bigger body. His small hands sliding through the dense body hair that covered Daryn’s entire body. Mitchell made sure to get into each and every crevice of the bear's body. Taking far too much pleasure in applying the lotion. He spent by far the longest amount of time lathering up Daryn’s thick hairy ass cheeks. Running his hands over his master's huge globes again and again while making sure to get right in between them. Only stopping when Daryn reminded him that his dick still needed doing. To which Mitchell hastily compiled before moving on and giving that huge bear cock and massage with lotion also. Until at last Michell had made sure to coat every last inch of Daryn’s furry trucker body.

“Good job boy.” Daryn complimented. “I appreciate the extra lengths you went to worship this form. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m going to miss this. But I’m long overdue for a little change to freshen things up.” Daryn explained though much of what he was saying went completely over Mitchell’s head. He gave his big belly a hefty pat, enjoying the way it wobbled slightly. “Oh well. I’m sure I’ll get back to this point sooner or later.”

With that Daryn took one last feel of his body before going to grab the other item he’d place on the table. A ring. One that is embedded with multiple strange engravings that most normal people wouldn’t have a clue to the meaning of. The huge macho man took a deep breath before slipping the ring on his finger. Already he could feel its power flooding into him yet again after so many years. Just then he glanced over at Mitchell, who was still pretty zoned out, with a sinister grin. He couldn’t wait.

He marched back over towards the man he’d lured back to his cabin with heavy footsteps. “Are you ready, little man?” He sneered. “To become a part of me?” He added with a sadistic grin.

As insane as it sounded, Mitchell was as far too gooned out after that car ride to process what he’d just been asked. All he could do was go along with it mindlessly as his cock bounced in response.

“Good. Now C’mere!” Daryn shouted and before Mitchell could even react, the brutish man threw his arms around Mitchell and pulled him hard into a tight bear hug. Their slick bodies pressed against one another in an embrace that had Mitchell moaning towards the ceiling as he felt himself being squeezed by those powerful arms. And as he did, the ring on Daryn’s finger began to glow a multitude of different colours…

Daryn always loved this part. The magical power of the ring started to set in, flooding through his body. It was a powerful heat that couldn’t be contained yet made him feel so comfortable and horny at the same time. It reached through to every end of his body, filling him up with power. Power that Daryn knew exactly how to wield.

Mitchell could feel this heat resonating from within Daryn and he loved it. It made him feel even weaker than before. Now not only being so much smaller physically but now he could feel this other power flowing through the man bear hugging him off the ground with ease. It only made Mitchell want to be closer and closer to Daryn. Closer and closer and closer… he needed to be closer. The magic was telling him so. Closer. Closer. Closer.

His body acted on its own as Mitchell suddenly wrapped both his arms and legs around Daryn’s body as tightly as he could. All the while feeling an almost unimaginable pleasure surge through his body in waves of ecstasy. He was in so much constant pleasure that he’d failed to notice how he’d already blown multiple loads across Daryn’s hairy stomach.

“Fuuuuuck boyyyyy! That’s it! Hold on nice and tight! It’ll all be over soon…” Daryn grinned as his own giant dick bucked against Mitchell’s ass from below. He could feel it starting. The lotion they’d put on beforehand was helping to hasten and smooth the process along. It was something he’d figured out the last time he did this after many long and awkward attempts before that. But now he could already feel it happening!

Mitchell was still blissfully unaware of the situation, completely absorbed by lust. Had he been more conscious of what was happening, he’d have noticed that being this close to Daryn was no longer a choice. Their bodies were stuck together like glue. Or more accurately, Mitchell’s body was gradually being pulled inside Daryn’s!

Magical wisps of energy originating from the ring began swirling around the pair. As they did Mitchell only continued to sink as he rutted against Daryn in a lustful frenzy. Every movement only caused his body to be pulled deeper. His chest and stomach had already fully sunk in as his arms and legs were beginning to follow the same example. Even Mitchell’s cock and balls that’d stuck to Daryn’s midsection were now starting to phase into the brutes body. One would think that at some point Mitchell would come to his senses and start freaking out, demanding to be let go as he panicked. But it didn’t happen. He was completely gooned out by both the hypnosis and the magic that was causing this strange metamorphosis. His face looked so dumb and horny as if he were about to drool. Daryn preferred it this way though. No fighting against it. Just slutty moans filling the air until the job was done.

And that’s exactly what happened. Even as more and more of Mitchell’s body was pulled inside, he couldn’t help letting out moan after moan. Seemingly trapped in this state of heavenly bliss. Pretty soon his arms and legs had almost completely disappeared with only his back, ass and head sticking out the front of Daryn’s body. A bizarre sight to say the least. Anyone likely would’ve fainted on the spot having seen it. Daryn should know as it happened once before. One of the first times he did it infact back when he had neighbors. Someone had heard all the commotion coming from his house and came by to check only to see a scene very similar to this. Of course nobody believed them when they tried to explain what they saw and where that other guy had disappeared to as the magic of the ring had already begun replacing people's memories. That said, Daryn didn’t take any more risks after that resulting in his current cabin in the woods away from any curious neighbors.

The bear gave Mitchell’s tight little ass one final smack before that too sunk inside his body. He then moved his hands up towards Mitchell’s back, squeezed it tightly in an effort to speed up the process even further. During which Mitchell himself could no longer feel the parts of himself that’d been absorbed. Instead he was now moaning at the pleasure he felt simply being a part of Daryn. Getting to feel Daryn’s body from head to toe as if it were his own despite having zero control. Still feeling the euphoria of the magic itself only now through that massive hairy body that’d lured him here to begin with. He loved it. He needed more. He needed to immerse himself fully and become a part of Daryn just like he was always born to be! And just like that the rest of his back disappeared leaving only his head sticking out of Daryn’s chest.

Daryn grinned through his massive beard as he watched the last of Mitchell slipping away. The smaller man’s moans continued to grow quieter and quieter as his head was pulled deeper. His neck fully submerged before his face began to disappear. The final look on it was one of needy desire, groaning like an idiot up until the last second that his mouth was pulled inside. The last thing his eyes saw was an upwards view of Daryn’s big hairy pecs that he was now becoming a part of while said man stared down at him devilishly. Only then did the last of his head finally sink in. Fully merged at last.

After that Daryn took a long deep breath. He took a few actually. He could feel his body and the magic of the ring trying to process Mitchell. Like always he felt heavy after this part. Much heavier than normal. Almost like the feeling you get when you’ve eaten a huge meal. Thick and bloated as Mitchell’s DNA, Mass and Mind were being calculated.

The ring on Daryn’s finger continued to glow in a rainbow like fashion for a few more moments until finally it settled on a deep purple colour. Seeing this Daryn knew what was to come next. The change. He could feel it already. Deep inside his body was beginning to bubble and transform.

He let out a roar as the magic spread throughout his body once more only this time with much greater intensity. Every inch of his being was overflowing with energy. No matter how many times it happened, he’d never get used to this part. It was just so otherworldly. But he loved it all the more because he knew that after it he would be blessed with something new and fresh once again that he hoped he was gonna love.

Despite how strong of a man he appeared to be, Daryn’s knees began to wobble at the might of the magical power flowing through his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer so he used the last of his strength to make it out of the living room and down the corridor. Each step wavering with sheer ecstasy as he had to hold onto the wall for support. His involuntary moans filled the house while his cock bucked and bounced with every step, now impossibly hard. He even began to leak copious amounts of pre, leaving a trail of cum behind as he finally reached his bedroom.

Upon stumbling into the room, Daryn was just about able to make it to the mirror before he collapsed. He could already see some of the changes. Subtle differences in his facial structure, the proportions of his body seeming a little bit off, he could already tell he was getting a bit thinner but with a guy like Mitchell that was to be expected. He had just enough strength left to do a quick spin in the mirror, examining his current body from all sides one last time.

“Mmmmm god I’m gonna miss being this huge.” He mumbled to himself as he got a good look at his thick bear ass before smacking his belly and hefting his pecs. “But… Uugghhhh fuuuuckkk… I can’t wait… for my… Grroooaaahhhh… new body!” He was just barely able to finish his sentence while falling to his knees at last, cock pointing up towards the ceiling. The last thing he remembered before passing out was his dick erupting everywhere like a volcano of cum…

———

It was a long night to say the least. It was only around 6:30pm when Daryn passed out but he wouldn’t awake until the following morning and for good reason. Like it had many times before, his body was undergoing an intense transformation. The powerful ring that was causing it continued to glow brightly as it forced Daryn’s body through the changes while he was unconscious.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Daryn finally started to come around. “Fuuuck… how long was I out?” He grumbled slightly while rubbing his head. The first thing he noticed was just how sticky his chest and stomach were. Cum. That always happened. His cock can never stop cumming after he absorbs someone and everytime he wakes up covered in it. However that was far from what really caught his eye.

His body. It was leaner. Gone was the huge wobbly belly from before and in its place was flat stomach the likes of which Daryn hadn’t possessed in years. And his pecs were so much firmer now, no longer padded out with so much fat. And it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt so much lighter!

Daryn wasted no time in getting into his feet, which now felt like far less effort than it otherwise would’ve been. As he was still right in front of the mirror, Daryn immediately got a good look at his new body and he had to say he was impressed. At first he was a little worried that Mitchell was a little too far on the twinkish side but now he was seeing the results, he was certain he’d picked the perfect candidate.

Immediately it was clear that merging with Mitchell had caused to lose a lot of weight. Before he was practically a giant with all the fat and muscle he had. But now? His body was lean and toned but still with a healthy amount of muscle to fill him out. He might not have been the colossal tank of a man he was before but he still looked and felt strong.

He reached up towards his face before running a hand across it. There were similarities to both his former face and Mitchell's, allowing it to feel both familiar and not so at the same time. He was glad to see he’d retained his strong masculine looks only now they looked a bit more refined. Instead of that rougher look he’d grown accustomed to, Daryn now adorned a much more charmingly handsome yet still manly facade.

“Fucking hell. Forgot how nice it feels to have a full head of hair.” He admitted as he felt the nicely cropped hair that now sat where his trucker hat had previously been covering his bald head. “Mmmmm… and I like the feel of that too.” Daryn hummed as he dragged a hand through his new beard. Before it’d been so huge and bushy but now it’d receded into a shorter, well groomed beard instead.

“Jesus boy. Your DNA and mine went together like bread and butter. I’m a gorgeous fucker.” He muttered to himself while continuing to inspect his new face. Prodding at each and every detail. It was at the point where he could’ve stared at his own handsome mug all day had he not been too intrigued by the rest of his body to continue his exploration.

Taking a few steps back, Daryn eyed himself up and down in the mirror. Despite being much leaner than he was before, he’d still retained a lot of his muscle and that couldn’t have been more clear when he decided to flex his biceps. He grinned as he watched the muscles peak. “Fuuuuck yeahh. Good arms…” he commented while giving his right bicep a squeeze and loving how hard the muscle felt now that it wasn’t covered by fat. So much so that he ended up leaning in and giving it a kiss.

Once he’d finished groping at his arms however, his attention soon shifted towards his chest. He’d already noticed it before but now he gave himself a chance to really appreciate it by giving both his pecs a proper squeeze at the same time. They felt so much more rounded than before but the best part was the bouncing. It’d been so many years since he was able to do it but now he could finally bounce his pecs again! His face practically lit up with lustful glee as he watched the muscle move under his command. Pecs moving in almost perfect rhythm. Left, right, left, right. “God that’s so hot…”

As he’d been admiring his pecs however, he was forced to truly recognise how hairy he was now. Before absorbing Mitchell he was a complete fur ball covered in hair from head to toe. Now though his body hair seemed a lot more modest with the majority of it covering his chest and stomach. Once again giving him a far more tamed masculine aura rather than the rough unkempt masculinity he’d exuded before.

“Glad to see that didn’t get any smaller.” Daryn chuckled slightly as he reached down and grabbed his already half hard cock. The excitement of getting to explore his new body had already caused some blood to pump into his prised organ. With Mitchell having had such a small dick, Daryn was worried he might’ve lost a bit of his size in the transformation but it seemed he was safe. Despite having gotten leaner, his cock was just as fat as ever, hanging heavy between his legs. In fact, without that big belly in the way, his cock looked even bigger and more impressive than before. Especially as it grew to its full size.

He couldn’t help shivering as he gripped it tightly, feeling just how firm it was now. “O-ooohh fuck. It’s soooo… fuckin hard.” It might’ve sounded like a given but Daryn’s body had been reaching its mid 40’s before. However after merging with a young guy like Mitchell it was clear that he’d lost a few years alongside all that fat. If he were to guess, he’d probably be about 32 physically now. That said the youthful vigor that’d slowly been slipping away from him had returned in kind with a dick that was not only huge but also ready to fuck and nut at a moment’s notice!

While jerking himself off, Daryn couldn’t help turning to the side so he could get a decent look at his ass and he couldn’t have been happier. Instead of the fat bearish butt he had before, it was now much more rounded and bubbly. Yet still thick and easy to jiggle of course. Something he couldn’t help doing with his spare hand which only made his cock pulse harder and harder.

Turning back to face the mirror dead on, Daryn grinned with triumph. Sure he’d loved being a bear for all those years but this new form was everything he could’ve asked for. Strong and muscled. Tight in all the right places. Drop dead fucking gorgeous. Every inch of his new body was perfect.

“Grrrahhhhh… I’m so fuckin handsome!!” Daryn shouted before stumbling forwards towards the mirror. Without a second thought he grabbed onto the sides of it and ran his tongue along the mirror before leaning in and beginning to kiss his reflection. The whole time his cock was bucking while smearing pre-cum against it.

This was something Daryn did every decade or so. It was like a tradition now. Everytime he was getting bored of a certain look or was looking for a way to shave a few years off, he would use the ring. This was now the sixth time it’d happened. His sixth victim. Everytime he absorbed someone, their DNA mixed with his own to induce a transformation. However, their minds, instead of merging with Daryn’s, would always get broken down and lost during the integration. Usually churned away into nothing as they got pushed down into his balls ready to get shot out in a massive load later on. Meaning Daryn never had to fight for control. A perfect outcome for him really.

“God yeahhh… that little bitch had no fucking clue he was gonna become part of perfection.” He groaned as he squeezed and tugged at his cock while taking a few steps back. “Thanks for the DNA Mitchell but I’m afraid my need for you has run out.” It was strange. Mitchell had never mentioned his name to Daryn but after being absorbed Daryn just knew. “Once I’ve splattered you across my fucking mirror, I’m gonna head out into the world and I’m gonna FUCK so much ASS!” He claimed boldly, thrusting his hips lewdly as he did.

Daryn went on a horny spree of feeling up his body. Touching every muscle. Rubbing his hands across every hair. Showing off his new form in so many different ways by posing in the mirror and even taking a few pictures of himself between pumping his impressive dick. He even went as far as to set up his camera so he could record himself jiggling his own ass and shaking it like a slut. This quickly led to him watching the video back and jerking off even harder while moaning about how he wished he could fuck his own ass now. Saying how juicy and fuckable it looked. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With one final squeeze of his cock, Daryn let go of his huge 9 inch manhood and tossed both his arms up into an impressive bicep flex before spewing one of the fattest loads he’s spilled in years. His dick was like a hose as it spayed cum uncontrollably around the room. Coating the floor, bed, mirror and bedside table with his nut.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Daryn resigned himself to clean up. He wiped up as much of his mess as possible before heading into the shower. Switching it on and allowing the hot water to cascade over his form.

Everything just felt so right. Of course he was gonna miss being so huge but like he’d thought before, if he ever got tired of the lean muscled look, he could always try packing on a few pounds again. Or maybe the next time he decides to absorb someone, he finds a thick hairy daddy to take instead. Either way he was certainly going to enjoy this new muscle daddy look he had going on in the meantime.

That said, now that Daryn had a clear mind, he had to admit he was liking this new form of his a hell of a lot more than he expected. Even as he lathered his body up with soap, he couldn’t help lingering on certain areas. Rubbing and teasing himself as he made sure to clean every crevice. Especially between his ass. His hand just couldn’t help lingering between his cheeks as his fingers tickled the entrance to his hole. It certainly didn’t feel as right as it once did. That somehow merging with Mitchell had loosened it a bit. It felt good though. Really fucking good. Like he just wanted to…

“Ughhhh fuuuckkk…” he groaned while slowly slotting a finger inside himself. It felt surprisingly good considering he hadn’t even thought to play with his hole in years. Almost all the guys he’d absorbed up until now had been very dominant manly men that would only ever top so this was another unfamiliar feeling. “Maybe I’ll try getting fucked after all…” he mumbled. Of course he wanted to remain a top for the most part but the idea of getting a big dick up his tight muscle ass every once in awhile suddenly began to sound pretty appealing

By now the magic of the ring must’ve already shifted reality. The rest of the world would have thought he was always this way and that Mitchell never existed. Which also meant that as soon as he was done showering he could head down into town and hit up some of the gay bars. With his smooth husky voice and dashing new looks, he was certain he’d have another dude in his bed by the end of the night. He’d have them worshipping his hot fucking body before bending them over and filling them to fucking brim with cum.

All in all Mitchell was the best coincidence he never asked for. He might have been fine as a massive bear of a man, but now this new self was brimming with possibilities. Top, bottom and everything in between, Daryn couldn’t wait to see everything in store for him.

Thanks to all of you for your patience. This story has been quite overdue but I’m happy to finally have it out! Hope you all enjoyed it. It’s was quite the ride to write and was just as fun. I’m equally as excited for the next story on my list to be written up!

Superior

Impossible broad. Freakish. Inhuman. Lee’s mind raced as it tried to comprehend the sheer size of the monstrous back in front of him. The sheer width of it exploded out of the sides of a gym stringer, its thin fabric stretched to breaking point by the sweaty mass that it feebly tried to contain. Slabs of muscle rippled and rolled, their blood-gorged forms fighting for space, as their owner rolled his shoulders back to try and relieve some of the pump he’d built over several hours in the gym.

Men like Rex were just bred differently. With his hulking frame and potent masculinity, he more closely resembled a beast than a man. Men like Rex did not concern themselves with the trivial concerns of lesser men like Lee. They were undisputed alphas living in their own world of muscle, power, and sex. A god like Rex paid no heed to Lee as he tortured his body for hours. Lee had stayed behind long after the other gym goers had fled Rex’s powerful stench and rumbling grunts as he pushed himself through a workout that would break an ordinary man. The only thing that mattered to Rex was the iron - the feeling of blood swelling his muscles beyond their already freakish resting state.

Now he was basking in the fruit of his labours, resting on a bench as his tired muscles twitched and spasmed beneath his thick skin. Even if he wasn’t in such a euphoric state, Rex would have paid no mind to someone like Lee approaching him from behind. What would an alpha predator like him have to fear from a mere mortal?

Lee knew he was breaking every rule in the book, but the urge was just too strong. He'd been so enchanted by Rex since he had first laid eyes on him a few hours ago. That feeling had only grown and he knew if he didn’t take his chance, he’d be a hollow man forever more. Lee slowly reached out his hand towards Rex’s hulking, sweaty frame. His hand paused briefly as he felt the heat radiating off the mass in front of him, the sheer pheromones and stench coming off the man made his eyes water. Lee balled his hand and extended a thumb towards the bulge in Rex’s neck where his two meaty traps met. With a firm push, Lee placed his thumb into the hard muscle, placing pressure on the mind chakra point at the base of the next. Rex instantly froze as he felt a sharp pressure build in his spine.

Although he remained motionless, Rex’s muscles continued to spasm as Lee applied more pressure. For a normal man, that technique would have disrupted his chi for hours, but with a giant like Rex, he probably only had a few moments. Lee’s hands quickly began to roam the giant's figure, feeling the sweaty groves of his muscles. The exploration soon turned into a full-on worship session, Lee tearing off Rex’s singlet and exploring his bulging torso and meaty abs. Lee’s tongue explored the salty sweat on Rex’s chest before he rammed his into the giant’s hairy armpit. As he licked the groves of Rex’s abs, his nostrils caught a whiff of an irresistibly salty-sweat smell. Lee quickly pulled down the front of Rex’s gym shorts, gasping as an 11-inch monster burst free. Like the rest of him, Rex’s cock was huge and thick, somehow perfectly in proportion with his massive frame.  

The end of Rex’s mushroom head oozed precum and his huge balls swelled as Lee gingerly explored the length of his swollen shaft. Somehow, even completely unconscious, Rex’s body still lusted for worship. The giant above him moaned slightly. Lee’s eyes went wide. He’d indulged himself too long. He needed to get away before the giant woke or else he was a goner. But he struggled to pull himself away, mesmerised by the body in front of him. He was compelled to worship the perfect specimen in front of him. 

Rex stirred again. Lee began to panic, his compulsion to flee fighting his lust. Rex’s eyes fluttered a few times. Lee panicked. He couldn’t give up this feeling. He needed it to continue. He quickly reached around behind Rex’s head and jammed his thumb into the mind chakra point once again. With his free hand, he jammed his finger into the tender flesh at the base of Rex’s penis where Rex’s masculine chakra resided. As the giant flinched in pain, Lee closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Rex’s. 

Rex’s eyes shot open as Lee’s body crumbled to the floor. The giant looked at the young Asian man’s crumpled frame on the ground for a few moments, before his attention was drawn to the sight of his own large, callused hand. Rex curled the meaty appendage into a fist, his eyes following the sprawling web of veins that travelled up his flexed forearm and into his swollen bicep. He heaved himself to his full height, his raging hard-on catching his eye as it stood proudly at a 90-degree angle. Rex gingerly reached down and caught a blob of precum on one of his meaty fingers before bringing it to his mouth. He gingerly licked his finger, his taste buds firing as the salty-sweat flavour filled his mouth. 

Lee began to feverishly worship his new body, running his hands all over his new meaty form. At that moment, he didn't care that he had broken the sacred rights. His huge meaty hands found their way to his raging cock. He didn’t care if the elders would seek to punish him. He furiously explored the length of his shaft, the stimulation overwhelming his sense. He was a god among men now. He let out a guttural moan as he sprayed seed all over his towering form. He’d like to see those lesser mortals try.

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Discretion

“Hey, man… Thanks for being my gym buddy. I know word got around that I do porn, and you know, it still kind of carries some weirdness to it, even here in LA. It’s cool, just letting us be dudes who want to work out. You never even brought it up or asked about it or made comments about it… so ‘thanks’.” said Blackshorts “Well, bro… you’re right, I never did bring it up, but I did know. Everyone around here knows. And I’m not all that great of a guy, to be honest. I’ve checked out your weapon in the showers, you’re about the same size as me, and that’s impressive on me, and amazing on a short guy like you. It must feel huge in your hands! I’ve just been waiting for the right time. And today, right now, is that time. I gotta know what’s it like to be a fuckin’ porn star! And not just from what you tell me, I gotta know what’s it like to have a body built for porn, and used to sex non-fucking-stop! I know I’m in great shape, but you, fucking is your business. I want to be an expert! And you’re gonna help me!” said Greyshorts. “Dude, slow down, you’re starting to freak me out. And it’s not like that, it’s a lot of hard work actually… man, I thought you were different. Ugh… whaa… feeling nauseous… my-my neck, something tight around it! Get it off! What’s there?!?!” panicked Blackshorts as his hands searched and found nothing there but his loose gold chain. “Relax dude, it’s just part of the process. It’s cool, we’re both gonna blackout for a second, we won’t even fall or anything, but then we’ll be ready for a new chapter of our lives. Trust me, you’ll love it. Well… I know I’ll love it. Gonna get so much pro-pussy, haha… unnggh -here we go… fuck, head’s all spinny…” explained Greyshorts.

“Whoa… I’m taller, and look at my pecs, they were never bouncy like this before, and I tried to get them big like this… Wait… did you say “pussy”? You dumb fuck, you really should have asked me about my work. See, I’m in porn, yeah, but there’s almost never any women around, if they are, maybe they’re part of the crew or if they’re acting, they’re there to act clueless or cheated on. Bro, I do gay porn.” gloated the New Greyshorts from his new taller, buffer, and broader body. “Wha-WHAT! I’m gonna be fucking fags! I- I don’t want… do I?” says the New Blackshorts running his hands down his flagstone abs and feeling his fantastically narrow waist. “Bro, haha, nah, you won’t be fucking em. I’m a total bottom- uh, I guess I was a total bottom. Now you are. My body was used to taking wrist-thick cocks, 10 inches deep, like, daily. I bet you’re feeling that tickle already, I was gonna go on grindr after showering up to find some baseball bat-dicked top to split me open, I bet you’re feeling a little, empty? A little hungry for something you don’t know how to put into words?” teased New Greyshorts. “Uhh… no! I’m- I’m gonna drill some bitches… I want to…” murmured new Blackshorts, mentally checking in with his new body’s desires and finding something new, demanding, and overwhelming coming to the surface in him. “Dude, there’s no way that dick is gonna get hard for tits or pussy. This dick though…” New Greyshorts says as gropes and shakes his new package at his former body, “Ha, this body is a little more bi than you’ve ever said. How long have you been burying that, huh? Is that why you act so pussy-starved? Do you think if you fuck enough women you can fuck the “bi” away? Well, even if you fucked this whole switch situation up, it’s still your lucky day. Cause I can tell you, this body does want to fuck, not bottom, but fuck. And look at that, you’re here, and you look like you need a pounding bad, man.” said New Greyshorts. He closed the distance between them, wrapped one stronger arm around his old torso, and let a new, larger hand slip into his old workout shorts, exploring and finding his workout buddy’s new and very responsive hole. A few gentle, but expert strokes, circles, and prods later, and New Blackshorts was practically melting into his former chest, moaning and looking up into his eyes. New Greyshorts gently led his new little buddy into the showers for some expert instruction.

You are the hottest daddy I ever dated, your body is still so massive and strong as a 60 year old. How you can keep a young 18 year old twink satisfied in the bedroom, breeding me hours without a hint of exhaustion is amazing. That horse sized cock, hard as steel inside me pumping as much seed in me to make my belly bloated.

I cannot comprehend how you would look like in your prime, when you were younger. You wish to see me in my prime boy. It has been centuries since I felt love like I have for you, he said. Did I hear him right, centuries? I looked in his eyes, his grey hairs and slight grey fur on his chest looked hot in this moonlight. I touched his muscled chest, as he lifts me up and kissed while carrying me to his bedroom.

His big cock dripping with precum as he rubbed it against my hole, lubing it up. I know he loves taking me on my back to see my face. Since we met months ago I have been his boy, slept every night in his bed. Every night before sleep he takes me, fills me with his seed, and then I sleep in his arms, his warm sweaty body against me. His scent filling the room, as his load leaking from my gaping hole.

The next morning I woke up without him next to me, I walked down to see him with a younger man. He came to me, I heard you last night, do you love me? No matter how I look or old I am. I nodded, even if when I’m centuries old. I answered yes I do love you, even if you are centuries old, but even if it’s true you don’t look like it. He smiled, I knew you would love me, I stay young by willing youthful men sacrificing them to me.

He walked back to the young man, as he asked him to get ready. He undressed showing a nicely toned physique. My man without a shirt walked around him and then stood behind him. His hands on the young man’s shoulders as I watched in disbelief what happened then.

My man’s grey hears started to turn dark again, just like the small stubble fur on his chest. I saw his skin getting tighter, all the wrinkles he had fading away. He got younger and younger, only then I noticed the young guy looking old. The former young man aging rapidly before my eyes. Slowly deteriorating, as my man got young again. I could swear he had grown taller and seems much bigger too, more muscle on frame than before.

I could not look away, until it was over. The man completely turned to dust as my man stood there young and strong.

He walked to me, do you still love me. Now you see me in my former glory. I gave him a kiss, we went to the bedroom. I definitely noticed everything is slightly bigger on him, taller, wider, stronger and even that big tool seems to have gained another inch in width and length.

He whispered in my ear that he loves me, and wanted to share a lifetime with me. I wondered as he massaged my small twink body, how many times he had taken a sacrifice and for how long he had been walking this world. He whispered in my ear again, I can keep you young too if you wish, but that will be years from now. He turned me around face and belly down on the bed.

His meaty hands spread my cheeks, and his bigger meat again gushing precum like a hose. He slipped right in, once in he took me unlike any time before. His pole felt harder, his pace faster, his pounding more powerful. He also kept going unlike he ever did before, making my orgasm plentiful. Hours went by, finally he started to break in some sweat and heavily breathing could mean one thing. I held on as he finally came inside me, unloading a massive load unlike I ever had from him.

When done he looked at me, I hope I wasn’t too rough in you. I forgot how I can be with a younger body. I fel asleep on his massive chest, big arm around me.

It would be his first ever bottom experience, Georgie was insanely horny yet scared for what is about to happen. He had found his first discreet top, a local gymrat that wants to pop his cherry.

Georgie’s hair is blonde, not a gram of muscle on his frame and all the fat he has is on his ass. A few minutes before the guy would come over the doorbell rang. He is early, Georgie opened it and there he was that big hunk. He got in the house as they moved into the living room.

Georgie’s parents were out of town so nobody would disturb them. They sat down but it almost immediately went perfect, his big arms on Georgie as he made out with him. Their tongues swirling around each other as Georgie gently started to move his hand on the big hunks meat.

A big outline showed exactly how big it had gotten and is slowly snaking upward as it grows hard. Georgie pulled his shorts down revealing that perfect hardening meat. A small drip of pre at the tip of it leaking out. Georgie licked it up, it tasted sweet like honey. He started sucking on it, taking it deeper and deeper down his throat. The big hunk took hold of Georgie’s head forcing him up and down, also holding him all the way down his meat. Georgie nearly choked as the big guy released him to catch a breath to do it all over again and again and again.

He then flipped Georgie around, pulled away his clothes revealing his pink tight hole. He aligned his throat slime covered pole with it and firmly pushed it in, slowly going deeper and deeper. Georgie felt being split in two as this hunk made him take it all. The big hunk had a tight grip on his hips as he firmly started f*cking his ass. Georgie struggled as he still needed to get used to it. He could feel the big rod getting bigger inside him, becoming even harder while he was just taking it balls deep with every thrust.

The hunk is twice the size of Georgie and he is pounding him relentlessly for at least a good solid 15 minutes. Loud primal grunts escaping his mouth and sweat dripping from him on Georgie. Then it hit, Georgie had his first anal orgasm. His hole tightened and sucked the meat inside. At first the hunk really loved what was happening so much he unloaded his balls deep in him. Only it didn’t end, as Georgie’s hole kept draining him. Everything started to change the hunk his whole insides becoming liquid just to be transferred into Georgie. His muscles, bones and mind all pumping in Georgie’s hungering hole. Unable to fight it, and happening so fast that his last moment was an insane orgasm and then all of him left is a sack of skin. Everything Georgie drained rapidly got consumed by his body, changing him. His massive belly shrinking down, as his whole body bulged, trembled and grew. At one point the belly became a sixpack as the changes stopped. Georgie looked at himself in total awe, a total stud looking at him.

The next day Georgie went in the gym, he ran a few miles on the treadmill without a sweat. He lifted five times more than he used to. After a while he replaced his profile pics with his new found self. He saw one of the biggest guys that never replied to him looking at his profile. Few moments later his first message, came in. He wrote that he looked pretty fit, and asked what Georgie is into. Georgie replied he loved being dominated by a big strong man, with a even bigger meat. The profile then shared his album, a massive behemoth flexing his body and later a full mast picture of his pole. It is around the 10 inches for sure, and also a video where I completely ravaged a bttms tight hole ending in a big load dripping out.

He asked if Georgie wants it, to which they made plans to come straight over. Georgie was there as soon as he could. The guy opened the door only with a towel around his waist, freshly showered for him. Georgie entered his place and began mauling each other right when the door closed. The big man told Georgie he haven’t had such a cute handsome guy in years. Georgie replied he haven’t seen a man with such a big tool, to which he smirked.

I hope you can take every inch of it boy. He reached at his hard meat pulling it out revealing his massive shaft. He looked at Georgie and told him to have at it. He licked, touched, rubbed and sucked it like a new toy. It got very slick, dripping wet with pre and throat slime. While this happened his own ass was getting roughly groped. A big slap at one point indicating foreplay is over. Sit on it he commanded, facing towards me boy. Georgie got on him, easily hovering on above the massive pole as the guy nudged him down on it. Georgie could feel it slowly entering him as he lowered himself. Look at me the guy said, as his hands made sure he slowly lowered on his lab getting that pole deeper and deeper. When he went through that second hole inside Georgie, Georgie could not hold back a painful moan. The guy told him he is almost there and he is doing a perfect job. He had only one inch to go, a big breath and Georgie just dropped himself down to take it all. I moan or soft scream and he froze to just get adjusted to the massive meat in his hole rearranging his guts.

The guy lifted Georgie up and back down, he looked him in the eyes. Tears in the corner of Georgie, he told him he is doing amazing. Any pain would be gone in a short while once he get used to it. He told him that’s the curse of having a 11 inch pole in length and 8 inch in girth. Once you get through the pain pleasure will definitely be yours he said. Just let me know when you get there, your hole feels so insanely good.

After a while Georgie looked in his eyes and nodded, I’m ready sir he said. A big smile on him appeared and he said wonderful then you are my boy at last. He lifted Georgie up from his pole, laying him flat on his stomach and crawled on top. Shoving his hard meat in him again and then started really doing some work with it. Georgie could not move away, the muscled hunk on top of him, his hands locked with his. He moaned like a little school girl as the pace increases every thrust. It progressed into a rough pounding, feeling the whole bed move with him. Georgie covered in the sweat from this big man.

He later flipped Georgie around, his legs on his broad shoulders. He said: I just love to see that handsome face when it’s taking my meat all the way, look at that pretty open hole, just gaping to be filled again by my big pole. Georgie had his toes curling from pleasure, edging close to an insane anal orgasm. It did not go unnoticed, the massive behemoth told him he is really getting close as well.

He went really hard on Georgie, pounding him like a machine to end in a savage roar. Georgie felt his insides being flooded with his hot seed. The big guy collapsed on him, as his hard big meat plugged his hole sealed as it just kept twitching and pumping more into Georgie. Georgie could feel the size of the guy leaving his body, thinking this could take a while cause this man is enormous. A titan of a man, slowly drained into Georgie’s hungering hole. The size of his arms are getting really noticeable, no visible veins of bulges as they had in the beginning. His boulder shoulders becoming mere pebbles. Georgie felt it easier to breath as the weight on top of him decreased with each second. Georgie didn’t want to move much, afraid it would unplug him from his hole. Georgie closed his eyes to just let it happen, enjoying in the steady growth he felt and the great orgasm he had.

When he opened his eyes there was nothing left of the big guy, he stood up and moved himself towards the wardrobe to pull on some clothes. His weight drastically has increased that makes walking a bit funny. He looked down and noticed how he now had a thick long hose hanging with two big orange sized balls hanging low. His body has changed, he looked massive, a very handsome alpha male, big muscles everywhere and the body hair covering his whole frame.

It would be the last time he would use his hole to drain someone, or atleast for a while until he wants to be bigger. It’s time to use this pole myself on some pretty boys.

As the older male watched his progeny flex trying to impress the crowd all he could do was laugh, foolish boy, he still tries to negate his heritage, a pred and one made from a fucking alpha as himself, and for what? Because he didnt want to indulge in his primal needs to feed on the cattle he so cherishes as “friends”! When will this dumb boy understand that lions are not friends with prey, they hunt, they feed, they fucking grow! His social circle exists only to offer themselves to him, to add to his body and develop him into ascension, he his above them in every fucking spec possible, all they have, all their potential, their strernght, their looks and brains are all for him to consume, to make it all part of himself. But how in hell can I make this dumb piece of shit let himself bask in his power and finally letthat beast we all have between our legs be free and fucking feast? Look at me, I am fucking ascended already, superior to any other male here, my manhood, my fucking COCK shows how superior I am to these muscle wannabes, some of those guys’ll offer themselves to be absorbed by me just after the finals, they know that they can’t and wont ever be as I am, so at least they can sacrifice themselves to become a piece of myself. And yet this child of mine insist to fail me like that, god I should have seed more pussies, shouldnt have put all the eggs in one basket huh.

River

River was a walking enigma. 

Instagram, TikTok, Facebook- hell, I even tried looking for a yearbook. Nothing. I had nothing on the guy. Like an illusion, he merely appeared, did his work diligently and then promptly vanished. In fact, his most common phrase around the office was a “Sorry, I can’t- busy.” His distance seemed to put some people off. That only made me want him more.

When Chelsea threw a quitting party, he dropped in, chatted for a few minutes and then left without saying goodbye- except to Chelsea. He wasn’t rude by any means. I’ve only ever seen the guy be polite. I personally found it quite hot. His mysteriousness brought an allure about him.

During another quitting party- a dinner for Mark this time, I tried to make conversation, asking him why he was named River. I actually asked the question in a few roundabout ways. Most I ever got was a “just what my parents named me- they thought I’d have brown hair”. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a “I watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guess”, before asking me about mine. The conversation was cordial, and probably a little boring, but I was captivated. This had been the closest I ever sat next to him. 

My breathing quickened, ever so slightly, as I watched his shirt struggle to contain the form within. I traced the vascularity in his hands, the craftsmanship in the sculpt of his neck, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut when he would reach to grab a napkin. There was a full plate of food in front of me but I was only salivating at one thing.

The conditions were not ideal- but what choice did I have? The guy was like a ghost. I laughed a bit at the irony. I sat right across, trying to filter the scents and the sounds of food and camaraderie to focus on him. This would take all my brain power. I steadied my breathing and sharpened my focus, as I continued to answer and ask mundane questions about some work projects we both had. I started my work, mimicking every microexpression, every slight movement. I tailored every word from my mouth- even my delivery to slowly match his. This had to be subtle, of course- I’ve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly. 

River’s eyes blinked slower, like a haze was forming in his mind. I followed suit, weaving my slight impersonation in and out of our conversation. Like a pulse, I felt our movements begin to sync. Almost there. Now came the tough part, slowly drawing him out and isolating him without lo-

“C’mon, let’s all get shots- uh… River you ok bro?” Mark asked.

He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness. 

I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark. 

As the night drew on, River left early- of course, and I continued on, staying a bit longer to wish Mark well in one final toast for the night. 

That would be the last time in a while I’d be so close to him. The following drought was unbearable. For the next few months, no one quit. No big holidays were coming up, and our office wasn’t much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.

= = = = 

“Does that work for you two?” My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing River’s response. Another nod.

Fuck. I practically jumped when the boss said those words. A presentation. A presentation with River. A chance.

I think I deserved an Oscar for my acting in the few weeks after we were both tasked with the presentation. A wrong font here, corrupted save there, a missed chart. I “worked” tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out. 

The guy was too polite, and I knew I had to use that against him. I ran the clock, watching the days progress into weeks and his brow furrow as stress deepened. Of course, I had to play my part, acting innocent at every step. A quick “sorry” for every mistake I planted was enough to ease suspicion. I even faked a confession about roommate drama causing my decline in performance. I thanked how private he was in that moment- I lived alone. Ever the hero, River was quick to take on the responsibility- even covering for me on few occasions. I knew I had to get inside this man.

Then came the day before the big presentation.

“I- uh… okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,” He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.

= = = =

“You can set your stuff down there”.

It was a bit boring compared to what I expected. He was definitely put together at work, so it was a bit surprising to see some mess littering his apartment. 

A few posters dotted the walls. Some basketball guy, I guess. An action movie. A generic college banner. His furniture boxy and grey, and the carpets running through the floors were in need of cleaning. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his kitchen was pristine, practically sparkling, aside from a small collection of protein powders and supplements. 

“Uh.. sorry I don’t really have any snacks.”

He sheepishly opened the near-empty fridge and offered me a choice in drink. Some kind of pre-workout beverage and water. I took the water. 

“Okay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?” A Hoodie-wearing, duffel-toting River asked. I nodded, trying not to look too eager and straining to keep my eyes from staring at his well-defined legs. 

And then, there I was. Alone in River’s apartment. Alone with River’s apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile. 

“Mmmphhhh” My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were River’s boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a day’s work. It was damp- guess River was a sweaty guy, though the long walk and couple flights of stairs to get to his apartment may have also been culprit. I was paralyzed in bliss, as I took in every note of his natural musk. 

It reverberated deep in my chest as I continued to circulate every ounce of River I could inside me. The underwear was practically glued to my nose and mouth before I finally relented and drew them away, gasping for air. Exquisite. 

My dick jumped at the sight of a single strand of his pubic hair, like flickering flame. A perverse smile planted itself on my face as I gingerly pulled my clothes off. I shivered as the cold, damp fabric that had just touched his bare flesh was now touching mine. I felt his hair on my flesh, now caked in his sweat. The elastic snapped around my waist as I released, a bit tight. My breaths fell shallow, ragged as I sat there basking in his cold embrace.

Next came the tank top. I mentally hit myself for not putting it on first, as it was a significantly less erotic experience. Still, as I slipped my arms through the holes that his once filled, my dick couldn’t help but twitch in approval. 

I ran to his bed, gripped his sheets, and stifled another moan with his pillow. This man had, until today, been a full on mystery to me. And now, here I was- deep in the recesses of his apartment, nestled in the indent on his bed, buried in fabric stained with traces his scent and natural grime. I was drowning in the all aspects of his daily life. It was an intimacy with River previously unheard of and practically a miracle I hadn’t cummed yet. 

The next few moments were sluggish, mind hazy and drunk in pleasure, as I wore my jacket and pants over the River clothes I had already had on me. I mentally thanked myself for wearing tighter clothing earlier today, as I felt them compress River’s undergarments tighter on my flesh. I walked back, sitting on the dining table and pretending to work.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open and a panting River waved. He no longer had a hoodie on and left nothing to imagination. I eyed the feast before me.

I fucking knew it. This kid was ripped. 

I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.

“M-must have been some workout,” I mumbled. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“Yeah, fucking kicked my ass today,” River said with a short laugh. My dick twitched. River never swore, never gave off a jockish vibe at work, but here he was, beaten tired and unable to contain his natural state behind a facade of politeness. 

My lip quivered when his post-workout scent wafted into my nose. It was divine. True to his name, River had an earthy, deep musk about him. A delayed, almost sour afternote followed, the kind that clings to the nose. It riled me up, knowing this offensive, raw blast of testosterone had been working next to me for the past two years, hidden by layers of work clothes and pleasantries. River was cleaned, masked and sanitized for corporate America. And now I had a private showing to it. I was feral. I wanted-no, needed to be piloting this hunk for myself.

My trance was broken when River dropped to his couch, laughing slightly. This wasn’t his normal laugh- it dropped all pretense and I recoiled out of reflex, thinking back to that same laugh that emanated from the football jocks back in high school. 

A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. “Sorry bro, just new a few minutes.”

I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, I’d be syncing to his movements, slowly, imperceptibly altering his as he would start following mine. Then I could pull him into my trance, lead him to a safe area as I continued the process. This was different. River served himself up on a platter for me, beaten to near immobility by his workout. No way was I gonna miss this. I stripped quickly, abandoning my original plan.

Without a word, I walked closer to him, grabbing his wrists. 

“W-what are you”. In that instant, i jumped on top of him, allowing my body to follow the contours of his.

He grunted in defiance while I began to grind in pleasure. “Ughhh! Fuck bro. I can’t! I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be River!” 

The process was quick- his drenched, energy drained flesh practically grabbed at mine, drawn by my own energy into itself. It was osmosis. I moaned as I saw the process start, and River’ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. “What the fuck are you-“ He grunted in pain as he felt our two forms begin to meld. I laughed a perverted laugh, eyeing how deep I was inside him. His lack of energy had been his downfall.

I licked the inside of his head, feeling him shiver and whimper at the intrusion. I whispered venomously. “What am I doing?” I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, “I’m becoming River. I’m gonna wear you like a fine red suit.” I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. “You boring prude. This body was built for sex. You’re starving this poor thing. I bet it’s backed up.” I whined in half-whispers. “Let me take you for a ride.” River moaned in horror, kicking his legs into the sofa in discomfort as his muscled back began to close over me. Possessing the ginger felt like a warm, dank hug. “You feel that?” I teased, this time his voice mimicking mine. He could no longer respond as it had become my mouthpiece. Instead, his head repeatedly slammed the sofa in resistance, forced to wear a smile that was not his own. 

I laughed, feeling our combined chest heave in deep pleasure as I jammed my fingers deep into each bicep. I drilled into each arm, relishing in feeling his muscle fibers slip past me. Power. He shook as he tried in vain to resist my fingers filling into his. Putting on those vascular hands like well-fitted gloves. “Fuck yeah bro… that’s the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit on…” I mock in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt him continue to slam our slowly merging head into the sofa. I purse our lips before moaning further. “Wear my clothes…” My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. “Wear my personality…” the bottom half of our merged face laughs, while my new eyes blink away angered tears. I felt his memories begin to flow and surround mine. His rage and desperation flowed through me. The slamming slowed, coming to a complete halt as a reborn River’s eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. “Wear my life.”

I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?” River’s outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. “Good.” His body lit in searing pain, sore muscle tendon and fiber forced to flex. I felt the storm calm as he was stunned. I myself winced slightly before my arousal imprinted itself through River’s face. This was my pain now. I could feel every fiber of his musculature tearing and repairing themselves. Building back stronger with the pre-workout mix he had drunken earlier. Building back with me embedded deep inside. Our leg wobbled in pain, before I slapped it back into submission, forcing it to flex. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I roared and patted my new chest and abs. “YEEAAAH!” Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River. 

I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a “serious” face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. “We gotta live up to our name bro… gotta let the river flow”. A greedy tongue licked the dripping sweat hanging off ginger hairs of his armpit. I wanted to savor this. The tangy, salty nectar lingered in our shared tongue before I began to make out with my new reflection. With a grunt, I slammed River’s pelvis into the mirror, groaning as my growing hard-on began to fill into his dick. At first contact, I felt our senses mingle and the cold metal of the mirror. I grunted, trying to reign in the lust. With our linked sensitivity, I could feel my original body’s dick worming itself into my soon to be River-flavored cock. I thrusted my rod up, relishing in the soothing bare metal beneath the perverse cock and cock sleeve combination.

I grabbed at my new rod with one hand, while the other greedily dragged across my new body, feeling every new muscle and crevice and damp piece of the hunk. River thrashed inside me, disgusted at feeling his own flesh violate itself. At watching this new carnal entity that wore his face and name.

“S-someone’s gonna find out. Someone will fix this” He threatened in my mind. 

“No bro… you’re the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about you”. I cooed in his voice. “When we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-“ tug “No one…” tug “No one will know.” I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. “I’m River now!” I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt River’s warm seed stream out of me. 

River’s softening, sore wood was forced back into full mast as I eyed the full extent of my- now his- depravity. Not wanting to waste a drop, I smeared my new lotion onto my new flesh, caking in layers of his drying sweat with layers of drying semen. I could only hear gagging in my mind as River was forced to taste his own produce. It’s my body now anyways, why shouldn’t it reek of sex and his natural musk?

Not satisfied yet.

Body a day - #22: Satisfied

I wasn’t satisfied yet. I needed more. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was looking amazing already. This body was the result of me merging with two other guys. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

The first one was some random douchebag from my local gym, Tyler, I think his name was. A real gym rat and self-absorbed jerk. I heard him make fun of my scrawny physique to his friends behind my back. He was an easy first victim and his body became the foundation, that I was going to build upon. After having absorbed him, I gained all of his muscles, from his pecs, abs and biceps to his thighs, calves and neck. It was a good body to start with, and really satisfying watching these muscles now serving me, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

The second one was my best friend – or rather my former best friend, we had a falling out some years ago, and while I hated him, like he resented me, a part of me still missed him and yearned for him. He wasn’t particular impressed with my new body, but soon he was contributing to it, only struggling a bit as he merged with me and Tyler’s brawn. He caused my muscles to grow even further, my muscles became more defined. He had a very handsome face, that I would have loved to make mine, but his facial features mixed perfectly with mine, I could see us both in this new face, and I couldn’t complain, I was very pleased with this handsome visage. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

Now comes the question; who will be the third person to improve me? I have been thinking, whether it would be an acrobat or a martial arts expert, who would perfect my already impressive body with their nimbleness and skill, or maybe an artist, or a dancer, or a wrestler or a professional trainer... Maybe three isn’t enough… Maybe I should just continue, absorbing people with any desirable traits and slowly progress towards perfection as I make their features and skills my own. I haven’t decided yet, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

Becoming whole

Body a day - #28: Whole

This feel so right, I finally feel whole.

You lacked the brains, I lacked the brawn, but you were going places, I wasn't.

When I pressed my lips against yours, it wasn't a declaration of love, quite the contrary. You began to fade, while I became more real. I needed you to complete me.

I sucked everything that is you, right out of your mouth; Your strength, your confidence, your courage, your charisma, your looks – everything, until I had drained it all, and what remained crumbled to dust.

Your sculpted body will change my life, our lives. With your body shaping me, I’ll be taking your name as my own, as well as your clothes and all your other belongings.

For what it's worth I am sorry, but this world eats nice guys like me for breakfast, it's survival of the fittest, with your body and my mind I can get really far.

I am finally whole.

A bargain and a deal

Body a day - #29: Ancient

“Hi. I’m here for the suit.” “Yes, come inside, I have put it out for you, if you want to look more at it and try it on.” The young guy went into the older guy’s house, the motorcycle suit, he had seen on a second-hand site, was hopefully everything he had dreamt of.

It was a nice suit and in perfect condition, the young guy seemed quite satisfied.

“So why were you selling it again?” he asked. “It needs to be worn,” said the older guy, “there’s a mirror over there, so you can see, if it fits.”

The young guy took off his hoodie and dropped it on the floor. The older guy left him alone in the hallway. If he was really cheeky, he could just have put on the suit and left.

Having wiggled into the leathers, the young guy zipped the suit, he admired himself in the mirror, grabbing his phone, snapping a few pictures.

He then felt a sudden pain rush through his body, like something small and sharp was poking him in the back, but there was nothing to see. His phone fell out of his hand and landed on the floor, but he could not bend down to pick it up.

He couldn’t even lift his arms, looking down, he watched in horror, how his hands and feet deflated and shrank, seemingly disappearing into the suit, the suit was consuming him. He felt his head collapse and slowly being pulled into the neck opening, disappearing into the darkness.

Having heard the ’clunk’ of the leather suit hitting the floor, the older guy opened the door to the room to find it empty. The leather suit laid zipped, but vacant on the floor. He walked over to the unoccupied leathers, and picked it up, then unzipped it, it was still warm inside. “I hope you are satisfied”, he said, as he pulled out the youth’s sweaty clothes from the innards, a t-shirt, a tank top, a pair of meggings and some boxers, all soaked in sweat, but otherwise nothing suggested this had just been worn.

The older guy then stripped himself naked and began to pull on the leather suit himself, zipping it. “Alright, now it’s your turn,” he said, then immediately felt a warmth spreading through his body. He took a deep breath, then moaned as he felt his muscles expand ever so slightly, he felt the suit tightening, creaking loudly as it adjusted to his size, his skin smoothed regressing signs of ageing, his hair grew darker, it would soon begin to grow lusher and fuller too, and he felt energy and strength surging through his body, as the last occupant’s essence were pumped into him.

”Hell yeah, this guy had plenty to give. How about we take the bike for a spin?”

The suit was the current vessel of an ancient spirit. Several years ago its partner had it posses this motorcycle suit, instead of its former vessel, so it could more easily devour its victims. He would provide it with a meal/sacrifice every now and then, having them wear the suit for the spirit to consume, and in the return the spirit would rejuvenate him with the leftover essence of its victims - an uneasy alliance, but both seemed content for the time being.

Before #vore , myself plus my zodiac Drago into one being , hope u y’all like it wait for the after one same one but rounded #lol stay tuned